Lyrics:
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1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
forgive me for the mistakes I've made
And thanks for keepin my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade
See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't replace my
please forgive me for the mistakes I've made
And thanks for keeping my momma safe when she wrecked my Escalade
See I could replace a Cadillac but I can't
heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my (my pain)
And I'm getting so sick and tired of all (this rain)
I just got laid off,
'm a soldier in a foreign fight
Will I see the light of day or am I gonna die tonight
I'm a soldier and I'm waiting for commands
And my pocket's full of sand
you brought
I brought the big boys with me
My project people call me Bishop Lamont
Stand on top of the church steeple
Writin' raps 'til my hands
make my raps bigger than life
But not knowing how to market it right
Turned on the radio
Only cat new from the West
Coast was playin' was Bishop
And by
'm dishing is an old one
I through some soul into my morning bowl
Then I rolled
I took your gold and stopped your singled
Cause it ever never sold
Matter
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
and Donovan Mitchell
Nothin' superficial, just like my lyrical miracles
Ninety-nine essential oils, but um, Bishop, I've none
Cryin' eyes, upset, embroiled,
did to Joshua in Jason's Lyric
I think I caught the holy spirit
I put my soul in lyrics
Closed casket and we know who did it
E-S-C-O, I'm in
the whipping I'm dishing is an old one
I through some soul into my morning bowl
Then I rolled
I took your gold and stopped your singled
Cause it ever never
When I raise my knife, shit, I'm fittin' to cut something
See I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
If the bitch think I love her, then the bitch
trees of rhyme
Well, my heart's in The Highlands
I can only get there one step at a time
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's
before you see the team
All high skills on the status beam, all sharpshooters with no lives
By no lives, mean black hearts, gotta cock back, reload
his life, by your command.
A sacrifice, by your command.
As I rise from my troubled sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep
wondering if he has chosen
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
windows
They're all looking for a chance, can you know from just one glance
Then I see it clearer
Everyone a mirror
Of the longing in my soul for the one
love me I love her
I put that shit on Hollins can't find my soul but I'm still whole
I'm opened eyed behind this
All behind these words be pain
cursing our souls in face of the terrors
I'm writing the letter to comfort my mother
"It's all gettin' better, we'll soon see each other"
This is my
soul or give you the holy ghost
Please I leave you in somebody's cathedral
For stunting like Evel Knievel
I let you see where that bright light lead
baby got it
I see the future like prophet
I’m bag chasing everyday for profit
Niggas want smoke tell 'em that I got it
She selling her soul for a lil
store
Sold my soul, achieved all my goals
And I'm surrounded by propofol
Sycophants, security, my agent and rat hoes
Telling me my shits lit when my
are - Lord Most High
You are the...
Bishop of Souls
The King of Kings, if I were a king - I'd give you my crown
Not worthy of the honor all mankind
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