| Lupe Fiasco – Paris, Tokyo Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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I love her And I hate to leave her lonely Ring ring went the Iphone, it was my homie He said, "let's hit Japan, If we can make 'em jam, We can make a hundred grand, Spend it in the south of France Nothing further." I jumped, Grabbed my Gyard trunk, Got ready to 'walk it out,' like Unk In my John Lennon chucks. That's when I heard "Murder, You're killin me, You're fillin me with sorrow, Sunrise, Goodbye's, And missin you tomorrow's." I turn to see my dream Love supreme queen, meanest thing on the scene, cry. I drop my bags in a flash That's faster one-eighty on that dash-er, To dry your tears. And wipe the rain from my dear like dash-er, Use the dame who's the username to all my pass-words. The reason I get fly as Ivan Jasp-er, I even keep your picture in my pass-purt. |
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| Lupe Fiasco – Gold Watch Lyrics | 18 years ago |
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These lyrics are so wrong V_V Parisian, not Norwegian sensibilities I like Zip-T candles, and Maharishi Sandles I like Goyard bags and green Now-and-Laters Monocle Magazine and japanese manga Featuring nosferatus and espn trainers I like Street Fighter Two, I just really hate Zangief Only Ken and Ryu, I find it hard to be Blanka Keep a Wii ninja hanging and the UNKLE album banging If you negative in energy then stay out the vecinity of |
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