Lupe Fiasco — Forest Fires

Evening practice Yeah Villains chillin' in decorated machines, swinging chains Champagne stains spillin' up out the seams Secrets stringed together like beans And puppeting kings, it means they spot a fire Bring buckets up from the streams Never ran from my nightmares nor ducked from under my dreams Dug up what they cover up Put my shovel up and careen Lupe loves his brothers They told me that I'm a [?] If the niggas ever touch you, we fuck 'em up like marines Okay, I beg your pardon, painting hanging at the [?] Let's go shoppin' at the MoMA and have lunch up at the [?] [?]-colored carbon, do your pizza [?] have lard in I'm only goin' vegan if I'm Jada in the garden Okay, 'kay I only did this freestyle to treat it like a movie, to sneak that bar in Look If I'm hungry I'll be scarfin' I will eat it if I'm starvin' I'ma drop my joint in March 'cause I wanna complete with Martin Okay, 'kay Oh, hey I'm lyin' But my next album's gon' sound like it's drill music in Zion Music that you can feel Like Phil Collins and violence Videos filled with hoes, with real popular diamonds I'm, I'm- maybe! I mean, maybe Maybe We'll see Yeah!