Lupe Fiasco - V.F. lyrics

I've been on this focus in terms
Of my art and creativity
Of getting adults to behave
Like children again that they go back into
This sense of wonderment
They start to stop using their mind
And they start using their imagination

V for vector, f for foul
If you rearrange foul what they give you?
Yeah, wow wish I could give you that now
All on the side of your soul
In the signature hand style
Virgil forever, we visit the man child
Yeah, a tailor sit's down to make his own
Suit from the tie to his boots
The thread is breath and fabric is the youth
Make his own ties they only made us a noose
On black, yeah the cuff is all of us and
The buttons are the truth
Even his caps are the facts
My nigga, can you believe that?
And these gloves were designed
To make salutes
Warzone cologne these times and
Make us troops, won't they?
To keep the uniform gotta keep the uniform on
And mechanically hands take separate
Seams and make
Them family pants as baggy as can
Look at us, even majesty fans
They used to put us down as
Fast as gravity can but
When you eat soul food in the
Tux I mean what the fuck?
Blazer fit's so right that it
Feel like it's trust
Mirror looking back at you like
It got a crush
Put the rose in the hole and adjust
Kiss the city on the hand, make it blush
Several go put the runway where is rough
Invisible colorway they see the
Beauty up in us, huh?
You weren't sewing sleeves
You were sowing seeds
And if you know of trees
Seeds must go below to grow
How you gonna leave?

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah ah, yeah
Virg', hometown hero
Life was like a movie could have
Got an oscar for the b-roll
Snuck inside the game like a
Chopper in a picot
Then pulled a debo now they got
You shopping for the cheat
Code got 'em all locked in at the peak hole
Trying to get a peep of what's next for the
For the people