Lupe Fiasco - Happy Timbuck2 Day Lyrics

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California
Palm trees, Hollywood lights
Enjoy the show
Before we take it back, I need everybody in the building right now
From front to back, left to right, to put both hands
In the sky right now before we get to the next song
I got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some noise
Y'all ready for Lupe Fiasco? Let me hear you make some fuckin' noise

Say insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, ah all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be dancin' in the video
Insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?

See when loves comes from the center, I'm Mutombo to my members
I heard you heard that I was fly so I'm Dumbo to my listeners
Gimmie them inches I make miles out them, bitches
Brew, listen, you couldn't do a mountain trial while in my intertube, Tour de Force
Tied so I am not the daddy
Had to move the club all by myself 'cause I ain't had no caddy, gladly
Didn't always have that cake but I always had a patty
Or at least a homegirl like Aesha from Cincinnati
Word to Ken and Kathy, who says that we can't be happy?
Sadly that it ain't no joke on that block
Let Laffy Taffy tried to trap me, dug out like a nappy snappy
Even Lassie attacked me, attacked me for grappling so I can get back to wrasslin' for the love
Because the foundation is my heart, that's my start
Play my part, make communications with my art
Give my DJ the Serato, got that chico from my vatos
Down in Chicos in El Paso, Tapatío on my tacos

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic, yeah (why?), uh
'Cause they ain't kickin' it right

Doin' them papers for the paper like I'm Superman
Past, wanna put it all behind me like a movin' van
Future, want it cuter than Karrueche Tran
Hula dance, not like Yokozuna in booty pants
On Hoover, I do the Dam
Or at least I'm tryin' in the hopes that I see some diamonds
And a boat and a piece of minin'
On a coast with a decent climate
Where dopes wanna seek refinement
And the Pros wanna keep it client
And the GOATS wanna see my rhymin'
For the dose of the secret science (yeah)
Went through the maze on the way to the stage at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay)
And the rays, and rays and the rays of the Sun wouldn't fade in the shade of the day
Will you lay in a cage with a snake gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the palm
Not the nails salons but the nails that attack and
A rusty razor blade to the face to clear your sins
Don't lie, they don't want that fate
No, they won't take that place
Yeah, gotta get mine from the love from below and above in the mud
And the mind of a kind, but I'm tryna relax but design all the time like floods
If you see me from the high road, more Tzatziki on my Gyro

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?)
'Cause they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, ah-all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be dancin' in the video
Yeah, uh, uh

Happy Timbuck 2 Day, in the groove you got that Lupe
And I'm smooth as Michael Bublé eatin' Creme Brulee and Kool-aid
You can scroll down just like Jubei, the whole timeline got that sauce
Hard and soft when I lay it down, gotta Wu-Tang logo on my duvet
That's ying-yang, that's Baby Boy and Ving Rhames
That's the best of both worlds like God caused the Big Bang (mind blown)
Now this might drive you insane
Keep blacks all around that waist, but don't wanna make us senseis
That's insane, send slaves
Man's like, "I don't wanna work, send slaves on ships on waves in waves", okay
Colder than a goalay, golder than my Rolay
Told her hope and hold her 'lobe just like Evander Holay
That's cleaner than a solar panel, power panoramic camera
Tanner family photo album, used to smuggle cocaine
Now they don't want that beef, let that child talk like a king
Let that cat walk in the street, extra mild sauce on my wings

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want?
Gimmie the mic (why?)
'Cause they ain't kickin' it right

Stay insane, insane in the brain, in the brain, I bring the pain
Yeah, I came, that's why I came in the game to do my thang
So whatchu think?
Write my story on the wall, on the wall, on the wall, ah all, in Hall of Fames
Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be dancin' in the video

We got any hip-hop fans out there? Where y'all at? Make some noise
Got a day in the city, ooh, not too gangster to be dancin' in the video
Timbuck2, basically just a kid from Chicago that loves DJ'ing