Forest Fires Lupe Fiasco

[Intro]
Evening practice
Yeah

[Verse]
Villains chillin' in decorated machines, swinging chains
Champagne stains spillin' up out the seams
Secrets stringed together like beans
And puppeting kings, it means they spot a fire
Bring buckets up from the streams
Never ran from my nightmares nor ducked from none of my dreams
Dug up what they cover up
Put my shovel up and careen
Lupe lovers is brothers
They told me that I'm esteemed
If the niggas ever touch you, we fuck 'em up like marines
Okay, I beg your pardon, painting hanging at the Harding
Let's go shoppin' at the MoMA and have lunch up at the Modern Pavé colored carbon, do your pizza puffs have lard in
I'm only goin' vegan if I'm Jada in the garden
Okay, 'kay
I only did this freestyle to treat it like a movie, to sneak that bar in
Look
If I'm hungry I'll be scarfin'
I will eat it if I'm starvin'
I'ma drop my joint in March 'cause I wanna complete with Martin
Okay, 'kay
Okay I'm lyin'
But my next album's gon' sound like it's drill music in Zion
Music that you can feel
Like Phil Collins and violence
Videos filled with hoes, with real popular diamonds
I'm, I'm- maybe!
I mean, maybe
Maybe
We'll see
Yeah!