Lupe Fiasco, Nikki Jean - Stronger lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco, Nikki Jean - Stronger lyrics]
And they say
Opium to the ceiling
All for the love of plugs, squealing "ugh"
Healing no more Timberland turf
You're too soft for this
Award-winning awkwardness you walking off
Into the office with
In the rims with friends' ends
Like state trials and Paypals
In nondescript homes in Arizona
In sub-divided neighborhoods
With floors made of solid wood
In roofs of clay tiles sit's
A couple million dollars
Said I tried but the old me blew it
Exactly how you knew I'd do it
All my brothers
I would love to paint 'em Jewish
Reinfiltrate the movement and
Assassinate the music
Exaggerate the ass and face
Then masturbate to it
The constituency brilliant
But the candidates are stupid
I'm too rude to ask for nudes
But way too ruthless not to pursue it
Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don't kill me
(if it don't kill me, don't kill me)
Gets me through the day
Chorus to the horses made her body porous
Absorbing up the pork made 'em enormous
Fear of rape made 'em informant
Fully 'shroomed in the motel
Room waging the torment
Never trust a dope fiend with
Your hopes and dreams
Let 'em play in museums with the
Dead bodies and broken things
What happens when the sugar barons
Meet the coca kings
And they beam it into space
Seem to be in place at
The parent teacher conference
With hallucinations screaming in her face
The cleaning lady crazy
She say she got a demon in the safe
But, it's eating through the back and
Soon be leaving through the gates
The hollerer shouts
"Who's bright enough to pay a toddler
To watch a ghoulish Oxycontin
Gobbler on Hanukkah?" maybe a Phoenix based
Multi-million dollar launderer
Who fucked the cartels so bad
She attends court on the monitor
Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don't kill me
(if it don't kill me, don't kill me)
Gets me through the day
Bad trippin' through the tenderloin
Slimmer than a slot to enter coins
To let a nigga join
A figure skater like Michelle Kwan
Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb, ice
Then hold onto it like the L ron device
Then pass the audition
To the poor hands sided
In maelstrom's position
Street sales in comparison pale to
The Scottsdale bail bonds commission
It's like trappin' out the pawn shop
Gettin' close to the magic like the
Wrappin' on the wand box
Third layer from the wave
And grant absurd last prayers and
First favors from the grave
To crack the pipes like icy nights
And turn mayors into slaves
Politics bring fevers to punish dealers
Adjudicate the Jostens and stop
The ring leaders
The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs
Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers
Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don't kill me
(if it don't kill me, don't kill me)
Gets me through the day
Opium to the ceiling
All for the love of plugs, squealing "ugh"
Healing no more Timberland turf
You're too soft for this
Award-winning awkwardness you walking off
Into the office with
In the rims with friends' ends
Like state trials and Paypals
In nondescript homes in Arizona
In sub-divided neighborhoods
With floors made of solid wood
In roofs of clay tiles sit's
A couple million dollars
Said I tried but the old me blew it
Exactly how you knew I'd do it
All my brothers
I would love to paint 'em Jewish
Reinfiltrate the movement and
Assassinate the music
Exaggerate the ass and face
Then masturbate to it
The constituency brilliant
But the candidates are stupid
I'm too rude to ask for nudes
But way too ruthless not to pursue it
Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don't kill me
(if it don't kill me, don't kill me)
Gets me through the day
Chorus to the horses made her body porous
Absorbing up the pork made 'em enormous
Fear of rape made 'em informant
Fully 'shroomed in the motel
Room waging the torment
Never trust a dope fiend with
Your hopes and dreams
Let 'em play in museums with the
Dead bodies and broken things
What happens when the sugar barons
Meet the coca kings
And they beam it into space
Seem to be in place at
The parent teacher conference
With hallucinations screaming in her face
The cleaning lady crazy
She say she got a demon in the safe
But, it's eating through the back and
Soon be leaving through the gates
The hollerer shouts
"Who's bright enough to pay a toddler
To watch a ghoulish Oxycontin
Gobbler on Hanukkah?" maybe a Phoenix based
Multi-million dollar launderer
Who fucked the cartels so bad
She attends court on the monitor
Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don't kill me
(if it don't kill me, don't kill me)
Gets me through the day
Bad trippin' through the tenderloin
Slimmer than a slot to enter coins
To let a nigga join
A figure skater like Michelle Kwan
Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb, ice
Then hold onto it like the L ron device
Then pass the audition
To the poor hands sided
In maelstrom's position
Street sales in comparison pale to
The Scottsdale bail bonds commission
It's like trappin' out the pawn shop
Gettin' close to the magic like the
Wrappin' on the wand box
Third layer from the wave
And grant absurd last prayers and
First favors from the grave
To crack the pipes like icy nights
And turn mayors into slaves
Politics bring fevers to punish dealers
Adjudicate the Jostens and stop
The ring leaders
The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs
Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers
Maybe, maybe you'll feel me when I
(Maybe you can feel me when I)
Feel me when I say (feel me when I say)
Whatever don't kill me
(if it don't kill me, don't kill me)
Gets me through the day