[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, yeah, uh
Been standing in line since Thursday
I heard a rumor they might be dropping them early
Should have 'em just in time for your birthday, irrelevant holiday affair
Got one of those three-leg folding chairs
I am what you call prepared for the campout
Evening brings the battery-powered lamps out
Warm clothes but blanket 'case it get cold
Corn chips and basic staples to hold
Hunger over 'til Uber Eats is ordered
Maybe pizza or quesadillas and sopa
Got a little cooler with assorted waters and sodas
Cinnamon sugar-coated malassada, the odor
Makes me the envy of the line
If not the enemy, not my energy, I'll be spending plenty of time
Inside the books that I bought
Got audios and regulars, quite the party goer and reveler
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Interlude: Virgil Abloh]
So, on today's to-do list is to design a pair of running shoes
The goal is as always in my work is to add emotion to inanimate objects, so
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, release day is finally upon us
More celebratory than the former
But mixed with bittersweet vibes most certainly switched to different beats
More policed than Justinian's Byzantinian Christian beliefs
There's a risen rhythm you can feel it all in the streets
Like a marathon or a parade
Poets might wanna pull they pens out like grenades
Or, or that model for a year and a half
And write down all the tears and the laughs
A shot across the bow of the tyrannous class
Quote from man standing on float
The whole event is just biggest-fan-channeling dope
I mean, one just feels privileged and esteemed
Inwardly serene and spiritually clean
Even the line feels like a team
In stark opposition to a competition for things
Uh, yeah, uh
Been standing in line since Thursday
I heard a rumor they might be dropping them early
Should have 'em just in time for your birthday, irrelevant holiday affair
Got one of those three-leg folding chairs
I am what you call prepared for the campout
Evening brings the battery-powered lamps out
Warm clothes but blanket 'case it get cold
Corn chips and basic staples to hold
Hunger over 'til Uber Eats is ordered
Maybe pizza or quesadillas and sopa
Got a little cooler with assorted waters and sodas
Cinnamon sugar-coated malassada, the odor
Makes me the envy of the line
If not the enemy, not my energy, I'll be spending plenty of time
Inside the books that I bought
Got audios and regulars, quite the party goer and reveler
Uh-huh, uh-huh
[Interlude: Virgil Abloh]
So, on today's to-do list is to design a pair of running shoes
The goal is as always in my work is to add emotion to inanimate objects, so
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, release day is finally upon us
More celebratory than the former
But mixed with bittersweet vibes most certainly switched to different beats
More policed than Justinian's Byzantinian Christian beliefs
There's a risen rhythm you can feel it all in the streets
Like a marathon or a parade
Poets might wanna pull they pens out like grenades
Or, or that model for a year and a half
And write down all the tears and the laughs
A shot across the bow of the tyrannous class
Quote from man standing on float
The whole event is just biggest-fan-channeling dope
I mean, one just feels privileged and esteemed
Inwardly serene and spiritually clean
Even the line feels like a team
In stark opposition to a competition for things
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