Happy Timbuck2 Day
کاور آهنگ Happy Timbuck2 Day از Lupe Fiasco

Happy Timbuck2 Day

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متن موزیک

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California

Palm trees, Hollywood lights

Enjoy the show

Before we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding right now

From right to left, front to back, left to right,

To put both hands in the sky right now before we get to the next song

We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some noise

Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin' noise

Say insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang

So whatchu think?

Write my story on the wall,

On the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames

Got a day in the city, ooh,

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang

So whatchu think?

See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble to my members

I heard you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners

Gimmie them inches I make miles out them, bitches, bru

Listen, you couldn't do a mile in trial while in my innertube

Tour de Force, tied so I am not the daddy

Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no Caddy

Gladly, didn't always have that cake but I always had a patty

Or at least a home girl like Ayesha from Cincinnati

Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be happy?

Sadly that it ain't no joke on that block, let Laffy Taffy

Tried to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy, even Lassie

Attacked me, tag me for grappling so I can get back to wrestlin'

For the love because the foundation is my heart, that's my start

Play my part, make communications with my art

Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my vatos

Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, yeah (why?), uh 'cause they ain't kickin' it right

Yeah, uhh

Doin' them papers for the paper like I'm Superman

Past, wanna put it all behind me like a movin' van

Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran, Hula dance

Not like Yokozuna in booty pants, on Hoover, I do the Dam

Or at least I'm tryin', in the hopes that I see some diamonds

On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast with a decent climate

Where dopes wanna seek refinement

And the pros wanna keep it client

And the cults wanna see my rhymin'

For the dose of the secret science (yeah)

Way through the maze on the way

To the stage at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay)

And a raisin raised in the rays of the Sun

Wouldn't fade in the shade of the day (okay)

Will you lay in a cage with a snake

Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the palm?

Not the nails from salons but the nails that attack

And a rusty razor blade to the face

To clear your sins? Nah

They don't want that fate, no

They won't take that place, yeah

Gotta get mine from the love from below and above in the mud

And the mind of a kind but I'm tryna relax

But design all the time like floods

If you see me from the high road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang

So whatchu think?

Write my story on the wall,

On the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames

Got a day in the city, ooh,

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck2 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe

And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' creme brulee and Kool-Aid

You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce

Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet

That's ying-yang, that's Baby Boy and Ving Rhames

That's the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang

(Mind blown) Now this might drive you insane

Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make us senseis

That's insane, send slaves, man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves

On ships, on waves, in waves", okay

Colder than a goalay, golder than my Rolay

Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander Holay

That's cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera

Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine

Now they don't want that beef, let that child talk like a king

Let that cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?

Gimmie the mic (why?) 'cause they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain

Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang

So whatchu think?

Write my story on the wall,

On the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames

Got a day in the city, ooh,

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some noise

Got a day in the city, ooh,

Not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that loves DJ'ing