You My Lupe Fiasco

Fresh to def she is
From her steps to her set she is
So death might not let me live
Ya dig
Fresh
Yes she is
Had a feeling
That it would be a day like this
The orchestra in my mind
Don't play like this
Naw
But I'm prepared for it
Got a little rare for it
Brushed off my Airs
Even
Cut my hair for it
Cause normally I don't care for it
Don't even be lookin for light like that
Then there it go
Yeah
Right over there
So I prepared to pour it
Little scared
My stare lowered
Momma said have no fear
Plus I'm already outta my chair
Gathered up my airs
On my square
From here for it
Its nothing, right?
So here go it
Whispered in her ear
It was crowded in here
Would she care to blow it
She said yeah