Fire Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1] 

I was bout as uncool as a nieces mothers biggest brother 

But now its all butter 

Now i'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle 

Like a monsoon but subtler 

Slowly pull up my pants or sag it to a flooder 

Now u need a submarine the way im cuffin my jeans 

Like i'm arresting my dress code 

The dress clothes and the dress toes 

So lets roll 

Ghetto lambda lambda's how i address those 

Niggas might peep and think geek 

But you need that when you knee deep goin on wayside 

Get up to your neck just like a great tie 

I finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try 

Your shirts still soakin wet, your slacks ain't dry 

And i have yet to even fall from the sky 

I'm hotter than red with a head full of lye 

Better run and get spike, tell him i'm on fire 

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[Verse 2] 

Hell, i don't wanna see ya like a male stripper 

As you picture yourself lookin at pictures of male strippers 

Thats how that i don't wanna go to hell nigga 

Wish ya well like a wishin well wisher wish itself 

It fell at first so now i sail with ya 

If it happen to sink, i pitch in with pales 

And pitchers, bucket and cup it back to the river 

Then cover the leak with garbage pail kid stickers 

{dynamite} and first aid the way ya saviors 

Now ya flow look like my bedroom door when i was four 

No rockin that boat, or you be swimmin, fo sho 

Oh, i stay ship shape all aboard 

Thats just how i roll, when i try and keep the run afloat 

Hatins a disease and its deadly if you catch it 

Crabs in the bucket always tryna pull me backwards 

Position rarely change so they dont really matter 

If not the same then similar like asher and mathers 

Bow 

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[Verse 3] 

Bully or i bogard, bodacious so i'm humphrey 

I used to rubber band, but now i got a bungee 

If you let me expand, that refers to the money 

Gucci's all good, chanel is all chummy 

And that aint even for me, my honey and my mommy 

I'd rather be bummy, nappy on top 

{ ummmm... not sure about this } the fade is for the fans 

Not even for my fans, its more for like the brand 

Whether you hear the words, or just a show of hands 

The sign language lady who be translatin my jams 

You really like the beats or you barely understand 

Why i throw my set up wherever i am 

Man, its cuz i love my town 

My mind was a sponge, but now its sham-wow 

I never throw in the towel so just wipe me down 

But don't you get to close they might have to put you out