[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Dark matter with the sparks scattered up above, velvet hands in the upper glove—touch
Like bad double dutch, and two Amsterdam's ain't enough—D.R.U.G.S.
"Don't ruin us," God said—DROGAS—too much pride we electric slide
We should be closer, like soca, not a chain, but a choker
I see the sun then the clouds then the vultures, pay respects in my sensei's sculpture
High as the angel on Dikembe's shoulder, eyes looking like MKUltra
Redacted vision through these dark shades, bad dreams through the screens of an arcade
Hangin' on the joy like the residues of heartbreak, park full of art, arteries full of parkay
Beating it, like new games, easily defeating
Or two gangs meeting for the evening, or two feet on a Riesling (Yeah!) slow wind
Meditate until there's no mind, decorate me with shine till I go blind
BDSM dominated it with no bind, safe word is "Don't stop," both, or don't go no times
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Proceed to the next level
T.R.O.N
Proceed to the next level
T.R.O.N
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Coolest, tulips; flowers, fall from the towers
Like balls from Galileo to lay low, ignorance is that the world isn't ours—the gall!
Give them all showers, Tony found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of powder
To only find truth in the fountain, drownin' in power, surrounded with dollars
The moon surrounds us like spoons moving chowder—cut—that's a misdirect
To stir the soul with diseffect, names don't last like Mr. X, unless you Galilee
Droppin' bowling balls on the discotheque, with a disco ball hanging 'round your neck
Dance—it's a new year, every time I open my hands
Thoughts moving circles and the thoughts universal, yokozunas throwing salt in the circle
Sumo you up off off your turf boy, tsunami you up off your surfboard
Midas turn Medusas into gold, 'fore Versace turned words into turquoise
Medusa turned coke into stone with a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said—
Dark matter with the sparks scattered up above, velvet hands in the upper glove—touch
Like bad double dutch, and two Amsterdam's ain't enough—D.R.U.G.S.
"Don't ruin us," God said—DROGAS—too much pride we electric slide
We should be closer, like soca, not a chain, but a choker
I see the sun then the clouds then the vultures, pay respects in my sensei's sculpture
High as the angel on Dikembe's shoulder, eyes looking like MKUltra
Redacted vision through these dark shades, bad dreams through the screens of an arcade
Hangin' on the joy like the residues of heartbreak, park full of art, arteries full of parkay
Beating it, like new games, easily defeating
Or two gangs meeting for the evening, or two feet on a Riesling (Yeah!) slow wind
Meditate until there's no mind, decorate me with shine till I go blind
BDSM dominated it with no bind, safe word is "Don't stop," both, or don't go no times
[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]
Proceed to the next level
T.R.O.N
Proceed to the next level
T.R.O.N
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Coolest, tulips; flowers, fall from the towers
Like balls from Galileo to lay low, ignorance is that the world isn't ours—the gall!
Give them all showers, Tony found the fountain of youth, in the mountain of powder
To only find truth in the fountain, drownin' in power, surrounded with dollars
The moon surrounds us like spoons moving chowder—cut—that's a misdirect
To stir the soul with diseffect, names don't last like Mr. X, unless you Galilee
Droppin' bowling balls on the discotheque, with a disco ball hanging 'round your neck
Dance—it's a new year, every time I open my hands
Thoughts moving circles and the thoughts universal, yokozunas throwing salt in the circle
Sumo you up off off your turf boy, tsunami you up off your surfboard
Midas turn Medusas into gold, 'fore Versace turned words into turquoise
Medusa turned coke into stone with a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said—
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