Just Might Be Ok lyrics
Song information
Artist: Lupe Fiasco Album: Food & Liquor
Lyrics
Affirmative no further furnishing is needed I believe we are completed, dig We all in agreement on the wall paper Happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib A two family habitat for humanity with a view where the insanity lives My vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone He architected I arted wat I hearted jimmy carter from chicago west side Finish my construction now we hold the cuming like contracepts Im conscious cept the cons are kept from conversations held with the satan on my shoulder Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like chauffeurs where my angels sat Painful yet merry I aint jerry garcia im all here but im greatful church
[Chorus] We just might be ok After all Sun gon' shine On this day
It's fitting to get heavy its heaven I am atlas at this manage to balance Massive masses apon my back without tilting my glasses This was not pilfered from pastors of o g s This is so me Ask us many mention lil homie lil bony But the rhymes is fact In fact Chea just like a rochester customer god bless the mothers And younger brother is a hustler Cuz she don't want sob at his wake But he want to follow in the steps Bang his hat learn his shapes Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror Cop a chevy steady mob in his place Chea its just the problems we face Look his moms in the face and promise he's straight
Then he leaves the house that love built that Hud renovated that section 8 pays for Well lets pray for em Let the beat play for em Put his troubles on display for em Cuz he gotta go and face the drama With a difference face from the one that he used to face his momma If you look close You'll see it consists of a smile that hurts A ice grill And a trace of trauma Little bit of his father Another criterion that's no different from a young liberian Who let the delirium weary him living in the inner city Out of his mind Liria reconcilia Im cool I don't foretell best I aint nicest mc I aint cornel west I am cornel west side Chi town rivera Malcom excercise the demons Gangsta leaning He traded in his cuffy for a new era Chose a 44 over a mortar board I aint a credited institute graduate I aint from nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate I aint mastered no calculus In addition to rap my audience I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on What down joe knowing is half the battle Fighting temptation have a an apple Shake the snakes pimp the system Lets get into it tabernacle
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