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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Vocals
Soundtrakk
Soundtrakk
Programming
Kush Baby
Kush Baby
Programming
Brian Brown
Brian Brown
Piano
Greg "Brahmulus" Brookshire
Greg "Brahmulus" Brookshire
Electric Guitar
Luv Moore
Luv Moore
Background Vocals
LaJé
LaJé
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Engineer
Soundtrakk
Soundtrakk
Producer
Kush Baby
Kush Baby
Producer
Joey Fernandez
Joey Fernandez
Mastering Engineer
Abel Garibaldi
Abel Garibaldi
Mixing Engineer
Brian Brown
Brian Brown
Producer

Lyrics

All All that I want is a little bit of buh-duh-dabba-dabba-za-za Buh-duh-zoobba-zabba And they say that what I want, they say all that I want, that I want All that I want is a little boppa-da-toppa-ta-ta-tada-dum And I say that all that I want is just a little bit of bam, bam, ba-bam, bam, bown, bown It's the It's the way of the warrior, wading the waters of waters for crystal clear Lyrical smears, pierces the ears like Mike Like mics pointed at monitors, receivin' fever like a thermometer We burnin', well turn it back like thermostats Burnin' like Mississippi and furnaces, and thermoses, and gats Right after brats, right after that We be coolin', jump back in the pool and This thе Samurai, how are you doin'? I'ma be the onе that you Yeah, I'ma be the one that you (I'ma be the one) Oh yeah, I'ma be the one That you that you that you I'ma be the one that you (I'ma be the one) I'ma be the one, I'ma be the one that you (I'll be the one) I'ma be the one that you (I'ma be the one) Bum, bum, bum, bum (I'ma be the one) I turn letters to rhetoric Turnin' feathers to fetishes, dispersin' treasure Like turkeys in the ghetto, gather 'round, you receptors Come and look inside of these walls like metal detectors If they could talk, they would probably say it's soft Them is just my thoughts go off, even if it's off, but never caught How Sway? How Ye? Trial day, know exactly just what I'll say When they ask whatever, I'll say "No idea" Can you approach the bench with no Ikea to build your case? Feelin' safe, but still escape, a chilling place Around a bunch of sinners who feelin' great Or around a bunch of niggas who innovate, take real estate Gentrify different sides like Geminis Energize like the Starship Enterprise I'ma be the one that you Yeah, I'ma be the one that you (I'ma be the one) I'ma be the one you (I'll be the one, I'ma be the one) (I'll be the one, I'ma be the one) I'ma be the one (I'ma be the one) I'ma be the one (I'ma be the one) Yeah, numero uno, Yokozuna and sumo To try to run in my shoes, gotta throw yo' Pumas to Pluto Karate in those huaraches, only zookas get that judo How far your soul go is so far and solar And Solo is no-show and anti and social Turned Gary to Gold Coast, from goalpost From soldier to toll roads, I told bro, "I'm number one" Put the "go" in the Gohan, turn go into Voltron I'm the number-one headband wearer Walk it like I talk it, never false it like Farrah Headphones on the train, headbanging to the snare-a I'll put it in your range, let it wang like Vera For everyone, stereo feel like steroids to carry Heavy shit to pick up, but you could barely lift, now you Larry Wheels Done, so bring it back to the flex Just flip it over, put it back in the deck I'ma be the one that you Yeah, I'ma be the one that you (I'ma be the one) I'ma be the one you (I'll be the one, I'ma be the one) (I'll be the one, I'ma be the one) (I'ma be the one) (I'ma be the one)
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco P, K, A: Lupe Fisaco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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