Post-battle love, daps and hugs
Raps can plug up holes unless their holistic souls dove off a nudge
And throwed off from shoves had from one god from above
To below, or kicking and screaming and drug to the show
Were you entertained not from robbing Nottingham plots?
Jauntily hip-hopping haunting bodyslam drops
From diction and calculation, put up your share of the taunting
Plus a thousand allowance payments, I'll be patient
Cow be tasting like your money in my pocket
Mixed with chocolate chips and chopped up chicken, and delicious droplets of mild sauce
That's a wild cost to risk over an opinion
I'll give you a little privacy to mull over your decision, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished
Judging quality like Australian airports
Souvenir shops can be a weird opt to undertake
A younger cake would avoid it altogether
Like a winter home, escaping for all the weather but bought a sweater
My business bone is connected to my ethics
In a series of daisy chain preferences that I filter things through, just like a checklist
In a much wiser bride pie with spouses on the top, such as, "I now happily apply these metrics"
To the setlist, on the surface, separates
But in the back of my mind, they go together like a necklace
It's like the wacker the rhyme, the more I'm drawn like a Tex Avery baby
To think maybe the genius in it is that it's not really good, maybe it could be
Would he have only suggested X and Y, and Z
And various other advice to him from me?
To animate the chains to the level of Mister T
And I get his gangsta boo like Memphis, Tennessee, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished
I didn't forget about you, that conversation just went longer than I expected
I reckon all kinds of structures to flesh it
Sometimes we send mixed messages like dyslexic texts
And get socially indebted via manners to carry on long after what's needed got completed
While trying to leave gets competed and repeated until your point is clear, or you're joining spears
Sometimes that happens when you're rambling about how your raps is better than theirs, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished, yeah-yeah
Lupe Fiasco - Outside Lyrics
Lupe Fiasco - Outside Lyrics
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Post-battle love, daps and hugs
Raps can plug up holes unless their holistic souls dove off a nudge
And throwed off from shoves had from one god from above
To below, or kicking and screaming and drug to the show
Were you entertained not from robbing Nottingham plots?
Jauntily hip-hopping haunting bodyslam drops
From diction and calculation, put up your share of the taunting
Plus a thousand allowance payments, I'll be patient
Cow be tasting like your money in my pocket
Mixed with chocolate chips and chopped up chicken, and delicious droplets of mild sauce
That's a wild cost to risk over an opinion
I'll give you a little privacy to mull over your decision, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished
Judging quality like Australian airports
Souvenir shops can be a weird opt to undertake
A younger cake would avoid it altogether
Like a winter home, escaping for all the weather but bought a sweater
My business bone is connected to my ethics
In a series of daisy chain preferences that I filter things through, just like a checklist
In a much wiser bride pie with spouses on the top, such as, "I now happily apply these metrics"
To the setlist, on the surface, separates
But in the back of my mind, they go together like a necklace
It's like the wacker the rhyme, the more I'm drawn like a Tex Avery baby
To think maybe the genius in it is that it's not really good, maybe it could be
Would he have only suggested X and Y, and Z
And various other advice to him from me?
To animate the chains to the level of Mister T
And I get his gangsta boo like Memphis, Tennessee, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished
I didn't forget about you, that conversation just went longer than I expected
I reckon all kinds of structures to flesh it
Sometimes we send mixed messages like dyslexic texts
And get socially indebted via manners to carry on long after what's needed got completed
While trying to leave gets competed and repeated until your point is clear, or you're joining spears
Sometimes that happens when you're rambling about how your raps is better than theirs, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished, yeah-yeah
Raps can plug up holes unless their holistic souls dove off a nudge
And throwed off from shoves had from one god from above
To below, or kicking and screaming and drug to the show
Were you entertained not from robbing Nottingham plots?
Jauntily hip-hopping haunting bodyslam drops
From diction and calculation, put up your share of the taunting
Plus a thousand allowance payments, I'll be patient
Cow be tasting like your money in my pocket
Mixed with chocolate chips and chopped up chicken, and delicious droplets of mild sauce
That's a wild cost to risk over an opinion
I'll give you a little privacy to mull over your decision, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished
Judging quality like Australian airports
Souvenir shops can be a weird opt to undertake
A younger cake would avoid it altogether
Like a winter home, escaping for all the weather but bought a sweater
My business bone is connected to my ethics
In a series of daisy chain preferences that I filter things through, just like a checklist
In a much wiser bride pie with spouses on the top, such as, "I now happily apply these metrics"
To the setlist, on the surface, separates
But in the back of my mind, they go together like a necklace
It's like the wacker the rhyme, the more I'm drawn like a Tex Avery baby
To think maybe the genius in it is that it's not really good, maybe it could be
Would he have only suggested X and Y, and Z
And various other advice to him from me?
To animate the chains to the level of Mister T
And I get his gangsta boo like Memphis, Tennessee, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished
I didn't forget about you, that conversation just went longer than I expected
I reckon all kinds of structures to flesh it
Sometimes we send mixed messages like dyslexic texts
And get socially indebted via manners to carry on long after what's needed got completed
While trying to leave gets competed and repeated until your point is clear, or you're joining spears
Sometimes that happens when you're rambling about how your raps is better than theirs, ha
Wait for me outside, I'll be gold
Wait for me outside, put 'em on hold
I'll be there in a minute, yeah
So just wait for me outside
I'm calm, but I'm finished, yeah-yeah
Writer: Wasalu Jaco
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group