Happy Timbuck2 Day Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

Me and Lupe Fiasco, Hollywood, California 

Palm trees, Hollywood lights 

Enjoy the show 

Before we take it down, I need everybody in the buiding right now 

from right to left, front to back, left to right, 

to put both hands in the sky right now before we get to the next song 

We 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? 

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See when loves comes from the center, I'mma tumble 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, bru 

Listen, you couldn't do a mile in trial while in my innertube 

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 home girl like Ayesha 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, tag me for grappling so I can get back to wrestlin' 

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 

Photos 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

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

Yeah, uhh 

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 

On a boat and a piece of mind and on a coast with a decent climate 

Where dopes wanna seek refinement 

And the pros wanna keep it client 

And the cults wanna see my rhymin' 

For the dose of the secret science (yeah) 

Way through the maze on the way 

To the stage at the pace of Amazing Grace (okay) 

And a raisin raised in the rays of the Sun 

Wouldn't fade in the shade of the day (okay) 

Will you lay in a cage with a snake 

Gettin' filleted on the back and it nailed to the palm? 

Not the nails from salons but the nails that attack 

And a rusty razor blade to the face 

To clear your sins? Nah 

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, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 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 Timbuck2 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, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 

Gimmie the mic, whatchu want? 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