Blur My Hands
Guy Sebastian, Lupe Fiasco
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From the floating death, to the fire of death To a flower outside my grave and oh man Were you just being polite with your hands? Take time to learn me like court appointed attorneys Restore the order, we either join or adjourning Less you join I'm up performing the journey In all earnest, I go so Bernie Takes another nigga to turn me Get it straight, I ain't late on states I'm just sternly stating How what I do, with grace takes another nigga to turn mean My return means like blockbuster with a tick And I ain't kind but I don't hit So you starting at the end, that's the part where you begin I skip the bullshit so we can start it where we win Yeah, spoiler alert I can hear you all saying "boy you're a jerk" But it's cool though, know we gotta rule yo Get in, then we win and do it all again, ho From the floating death, to the fire of death To a flower outside of my grave and oh man Were you just being polite with your hands? And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan Well that's cool, cause I think you're number one too Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one too Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one Now me and words, we made a deal, that I'm gon' keep 'em real And they show me their secrets, I can even cop a feel Victorious, can't match wit, with warriors I match wig with wits, similarly can't mix matchsticks with forests' Only you can prevent what I do Only due can prevent what's my view I match matchsticks with wicks Wicker man, take a sip of liquor and Spit the lip off warriors And spit flames, nigga get in the gang ah From the floating death, to the fire of death To a flower outside of my grave and oh man Were you just being polite with your hands? And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan Well that's cool, cause I think you're number one too Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one too I think you're number one It's road rage, without a roll cage Takes courage to run on these roadways I know you like "no way", but I'm a full race All so every soccer Terry Fox moulding, go ahead Don't stop, go ahead Sitting in your car, just listening to the bars And there's traffic all around and you feel like falling down And the music that I'm spewing out, enough to calm him down 'Fore you know you watch your car with your briefcase walkin' round And them dollars from the budget that went to S1 Production And Sebastian on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas So don't start that walk through Echo Park My life's a one-on-one and you caught up in the jam Just show some love back to your number one fan From the floating death, to the fire of death To a flower outside of my grave and oh man Were you just being polite with your hands? And it really means I'm number one, and you're a fan Well that's cool, cause I think you're number one too Yeah that's cool, cause I think you're number one too I think you're number one
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Written by: WASALU JACO, MARK LANDON, LARRY DARNELL JR. GRIFFIN, DUSTIN MILES MCLEAN
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