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no legs - i gotcha (lupe fiasco remix) lyrics

they call me on occasion
but really it’s rare
forget my end of the bargain
held the t-tle in the air
feel like mark william calaway
the cavalry here
pick yourself up off the gravel
before the ground disappear
my homie our home is nowhere
ain’t n0body looking out for us
shows still don’t show out to much
and that sh-ts unfair
feeling sorry on the sideline
when that’s my team too
my feet work
and i ain’t see through
despite my reach
i can’t reach you
skull thick
like the blood
for the leach who’s preparing to feast
like a beast in the wild we all trying to eat
i ain’t eat in a while yet i’m not showing my t–th
meet the grief with denial
that means i turn the meal down
just a spoiled -ss child

got dogged determination
every day of my life
depending on the day
i might put up a fight

swimming next to trash in the ocean
all i can do focus on my own
if we all on the same boat sinking
than what were you thinking going out there alone

i’m from the gateway to the cape
where it’s safe to say we stay
locked inside that winter coffin
steady rotting most days
keep the cabin for the summer
where the humble go to break
modesty a myth
and not a trait
among the fakes
p-ssed down like the legend
drunk p-ssed out by the lake
half in the wrapper
the rapper half awake
like the hog in the hedges
i might up and run away
let em know my name
hold the stencil up and spray
read h-u-n-t-e-r
see it on the bridge
or the brick
or the train car
shout out con
conspiring where the spots are
better back seat in that binder
than behind bars
but that didn’t stop us
that was out of boredom
still think about windows i snuck out of getting boarded
stored next to the memories
of bourne park
so many of those
up in my dome they getting cornered now

never sign off
my name carved
on my way out
whether a stage
or a wav file
made my way
through dismay
just to have that van break down
weather was tough
rough was the pay out of pocket
gl-ss half full of different sh-t than i was promised
so i empty out the optimism
other hand the wallet
thank my mama for the way that i was raised
every day im at the mantle
until i send the track to lupe

- no legs lyrics

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