Lupe Fiasco — Running from President

[Intro] What they say, what they say, what they say now? What they say, what they say now? What they say, what they say now? What they say, what they say now? What they say, what they say now? What they say now? Ooh, yeah Yeah, uh [Verse] God on the screen, televangelist swing A jacket made of faith waving grace At the catchy song slapathon super chic Runnin' 'round Tehran with Qurans in the cape Base nuclear bombs, building arms like a palm full of weights 'Til the flash of daylight spawns in our face Collective capitalistic adventures of the angelly invested You only entered this for the exits Flow is European Union, beats is like Brexit Was restless, now me and chillin' go together like Netflix Like boyfriends and girlfriends Like Baltimore and Maryland, Dorothy and whirlwinds Trump on acid, didn't mean to gas it Pulled up to the pump with his trunks on backwards Carreras, Testarossas, Superleggeras Gaviria meets Guevara White man made me Born coldhearted like Iceman's baby I can't lately that's why I chant daily Warm soul artists hope Iceland saves me The isolated geothermal screens Warms the blood, Reykjavik's the scene Two chains, one ring No watch, lame Trap