Stronger Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

And they say... 

Opium to the ceiling 

All for the love of plugs, squealing 'ugh', healing 

No more Timberland turf 

You're too soft for this, award-winning awkwardness 

You walking off into the office with 

In the rims with friends and like state trials and Paypals 

In nondescript homes in Arizona 

In sub-divided neighbourhoods, with floors made of solid wood 

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In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple million dollars 

Said I tried but the old me blew it 

Exactly how you knew I'd do it 

All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em Jewish 

Reinfiltrate the movement and assassinate the music 

Exaggerate the ass and face then masturbate to it 

The constituency brilliant but the candidates are stupid 

I'm too rude to ask for nudes 

But way too ruthless not to pursue it... 

(Maybe) 

Maybe you feel me when I... 

Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say) 

Whatever don't kill me 

Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day) 

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to the horses, made her body porous 

Absorbing up the pork, made 'em enormous 

Fear of rape, made 'em informant 

Fully shroomed in the motel room waiting to torment 

Never trust a dope fiend with your hopes and dreams 

Let 'em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken things 

What happens when the sugar barons meet the coca kings 

And they beam it into space 

Seem to be in place 

At the parent teacher conference 

With hallucinations screaming in her face 

The cleaning lady crazy 

She say she got a demon in the safe 

But its eating through the back 

And soon be leaving through the gates 

The holla'er shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a toddler 

That watch a ghoulish oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?" 

Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar launderer 

Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attended court on the monitor 

(Maybe) 

Maybe you feel me when I... 

Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say) 

Whatever don't kill me 

Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day) 

Bad trippin' through the tenderloin 

Slimmer that a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join 

A figure skater like Michelle Kwan 

Aluminum illuminated to a hail bomb ice 

Then hold onto it like the Elron device 

Then pass the audition 

To the poor hands sided in maelstrom's position 

Street sales in comparison pale to 

the Scottsdale bail bonds commission 

It's like trappin' out the pawn shop 

Gettin' close to the magic like the wrappin' on the wand box 

Third layer from the wave 

And grant absurd last prayers and first favours from the grave 

To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves 

Politics bring fevers 

To punish dealers 

Adjudicate the Johnsons and stop the ring leaders 

The Geese Howards and King Ghidorahs 

Cook E in the family tree for steam fevers 

(Maybe) 

Maybe you feel me when I... 

Feel me when I say (Feel me when I say) 

Whatever don't kill me 

Gets me through the day (Gets me through the day)