Overview
Lupe Fiasco - Light Blue lyrics
[Intro]
Since a shorty I was 40 and my 40â²s is like 80â²s
So by the time I die, Im gon be a baby
Yeah
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Since a shorty I been 40 and my 40â²s is like 80â²s
So by the time I die, Im gon be a baby
Yeah
[Hook]
And so my youth sound just like lightning coming down
See my youth sound just like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just like lightning coming down
And my youth sound just like lightning coming down
[Verse 1]
From my view here, my hue veers
To a blue smear on a white wall, what you might call my Blue Period
Im two-tiered, but no tats, and I dont know what you call that
Goes on and on like two mirrors
And if you see us in your red prop, then your heart knows
And your head copies
My two tears aint no dead bodies
They my entendres, and Im hungry
So my piece of pie better be as big as Mahatma Gandhis
Even my filler kills, my 13th just might be a zombie
So thrilling at bringing all that feeling back
So if you died lately, put your trust in a cry baby
Free man on dry days, and that light I she'd so high grade
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
In my hotrod with my Vans on and my hambone
And my hair long and my circle tight and my square strong
Im in great shape with no shake-weights Lupe Fiasco - Light Blue - http://motolyrics.com/lupe-fiasco/light-blue-lyrics.html
Or no weight shakes, and tell your mama this cakes great
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
And not Rihanna, my cakes paper, I rage in Harlem
I paper bait
And I take it back, cash this, asses, holographic
Before I leave like Cassius Clay
And that big ol car, that bass shake that little bar
So my bass tape in that Draco, wanna Waco them jakos
Where the cake go? I blew all that for this great flow
Wish a nigga would step on this pearl gold that I paid for
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Red lights obey my headlights
That head red like Peg, or Santas sled lights
That mean I heard what she said
Fore she said what she said outta head
Its like I got her head micd
Like a Fed might, but I aint Fed-like
Been a hands on homie, my head right
Dreadlocks, but no Red Stripe
And thats both of ours like Red Bike
And the Feds know what I roll like
And a dead man, with some lowlifes
Me stopped in your lights
I got no lights til the stop sign
Yeah, no rights like Nascar
A black man in the deep south
Doin Jim Crow with the police
Thats 99 problems with a hoe twice
From no life to Frankenstein
Got it stitched up, Im so nice
[Hook]
