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Blur My Hands

Artist:Lupe Fiasco 

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Guy Sebastian: From the floating death, to the fire of death To a flower outside my grave, an old man Were you just being polite with your hands? Lupe Fiasco: Take time to learn me like court-appointed attorneys Restore the order, we either join or adjourning Less you join I'm up performing the journey In all earnest, I go so Bernie Takes another nigga to turn me Get it straight, I ain't late on states I'm just sternly stating How what I do, with grace takes another nigga to turn mean My returning's like Blockbuster with a tape And I ain't kind but I don't hit So you starting at the end, that's the part where you begin I skip the bullshit so we can start it where we win Yeah, spoiler alert I can hear you all saying, "Boy you're a jerk" But it's cool though, know we gotta rule yo Get it in, then we win and do it all again, ho Guy Sebastian: From the floating death, to the fire of death To a flower outside of my grave, an old man Were you just being polite with your hands? And it really means I'm number one and you're a fan Well that's cool 'cause I think you're number one too Yeah that's cool 'cause I think you're number one too Yeah that's cool 'cause I think you're number one Lupe Fiasco: Now me and words, we made a deal, that I'm gon' keep 'em real And they show me their secrets, I can even cop a feel Victorious Can't match wit, with warriors I match wig with wits Similarly can't mix matchsticks with forests Only you can prevent what I do Only dew can prevent what's my view I match matchsticks with wicks Wicker man, take a sip of liquor and Spit the lip off warriors And spit flames, nigga, get in


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