Kneelin On Needles

Lupe Fiasco

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Am Wa-ves... you say waves, I say wa-ves
Am Kaepernick, waddup?
Am I knew they was gonna do that to you
Am But it's all good, though
Am You gotta' stand up for something, know what I'm talking about?
Am Yeah, uh [Verse 1]
Am Gravitons, orbit around my halo space, halo space
Am Little Debbie crumbs and potato flakes
C Em Junkyard food meets 808s
Am Better say your grace
Am Stay your place, play your bass
Am And wait on a upright
C Right up to them niggas that don't like us
Em Writer, fiber optics on high fiber
Am Move
Am Quick like that, no, I go as, "ain't shit like that"
Am Magnum entendre, rollin' on a rubber
Am C Hit Virgin for the album, I was
Em floatin' on the cover
Am I pit my car, they let a lad in
Am I was floatin' on the cover, made a message out a mess
Am Got 'em clothes up the flow and taught 'em how to dress
C Made a space so they can milk this way
Em Had 'em open up the udders
Am Broken off hat had folks in all colors
Am I wish a nigga would try and open y'all shutters
C Cartier frames, Aoki on a shirt
Em And red and white chukkas
Am Why you goin' all hard tho?
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Am NASCAR star got bars by the carload
Am You know LF won to come out the top
C Em But for this ten I'ma just open up the car door
Am And my deepness
Am Might spit the stash box sequence that I open up the cargo
Am If I break it down to your lil
C homie, might get a nigga CARTO
Em You ain't gotta worry 'bout ours tho
Am DROGAS Light, DROGAS
Am And I might drop SKULLS as an art show
Am K-dot wants stretch marks
C I wanna own everything that's west
Em of the best parts
Am K.R.I.T., everything from the legs down
Am Mickey Factz, everything where the neck starts
Am C Necklace, head heart, go, get
Em set, mark, oh [Hook]
Am Turn the mics up
Am Like a nigga 'round fight club
C And the fuzz came through to indict us
Em But it's an inside job to decrease
Am the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
Am I be speaking it right
Am But it's hard to believe that
C Em people still believe that Jesus is white
Am Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
Am Am But it's hard to believe that
C people still believe that Jesus is white
Em All right, all right, oh Lord [Verse 2]
Am But, I’m back to the mentally
Am And it’s not about natural ability
Am You would think that Kaep took a
C shat on the Statue of Liberty
Em God damn
Am It’s like we’re trapped in a memory
Am Untrue facts where black is an injury
Am It makes we wanna snap, just slap me an enemy
C Then go into the back and just rap
Em to infinity
Am Fuck, be more like Chance
Am Solo acts be more like bands
Am Adversaries be more like fans
C Em BDs and GDs be more like fam
Am I’m just vying for the summer
Am Women lie, men lie
Am And everybody lie about the numbers
C Hard to be smart when the only thing on your mind
Em Is dying from a thumper
Am I know I’m weird but nigga it’s real
Am Better to hear it from a nigga like Lu
Am Before you hear it from a nigga like Trump
C Em Talking to a nigga like you Oh Lord [Hook]
Am Turn the mics up
Am Like a nigga 'round fight club
C And the fuzz came through to indict us
Em But it's an inside job to decrease
Am the supply then turn around and drive all the price up
Am I be speaking it right
Am But it's hard to believe that
C Em people still believe that Jesus is white
Am Oh Lord, I be speaking it right
Am Am But it's hard to believe that
C people still believe that Jesus is white
Em All right, all right, oh Lord
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