Untitled Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

I wipe the cold from my eye 

Stationed in Antarctica; coldest nigga alive 

Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky 

Before you drive you have to wipe locusts off your rides 

But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise 

I be Ocean with 11 associates on my side 

Colder than Chris Martin guitaring 

Would you look at all these spies 

But they can't see me, I took out their eyes 

Replace with some he's, so all they see is eh's 

But I will never run, not even if they cry 

See I can never fall, not even down their cheek 

But I will always bawl, let's see who the first to blink 

And I don't need no passwords cause I don't need to cheat 

But you can say your last words, and you can rest in peace 

I'm the hook after your last verse I'm also like the beat 

But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep 

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So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep 

Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep 

Good night, good night, good night, good night 

Real niggas up again, phony niggas tucking in 

Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep 

Now you can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep 

Good night, good night, good night, good night 

Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball 

Real niggas popping off, phony nigga nodding off 

Insomniac since way back, see this is what I been like 

Baking eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight 

Getting up and going hard, I don't need no Enzyte 

Come across as very calm: mental state is Zen-like 

Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type 

Never will I drop a dime, never been the 10 type 

My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten right 

Mink is draggin' on the flo', fire in my windpipe 

You should come and clean up after the riots that I incite 

Things get off the handle, left behind a landfill 

Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled 

Fill this bitch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out 

My "can do" spirit's in the house 

And is possessing your possessions, did you hear it by the couch? 

Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet 

Cause I'm not a homo 

Won't drill no door hole 

I won't make a peep, so you can go to sleep 

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So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep 

Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep 

Good night, good night, good night, good night 

Real niggas up again, phony niggas tucking in 

Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep 

Now you can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep 

Good night, good night, good night, good night 

Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball 

Real niggas popping off, phony nigga nodding off 

I wipe the cold from my eye 

Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise 

And then my clothes dry, but I am so high 

I am sitting on the storm that I got soaked by 

Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie 

But you can sell it for em so here's you bow tie 

Now get ready to fall cause humans don't fly 

The boy in the balloon - see? I didn't go hide 

And I'm coming back to float again 

Close down all the opium but I had to O-P-E-N 

They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again 

Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins 

Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again 

Grandma's all around me, I can feel her soul within 

Hope my daddy over him; woke the roosters, woke the hens 

Everything's cashmere, count the sheep that you