Letra de ON FAUX NEM - Lupe Fiasco

And they sing, singy-singy-sing-sing

Singy-sing-sing-sing-sing

Sing, mm-mm-hm

I wish you were lying, oh, oh, oh

Yes, I do

I wish that you were lying

I hope that none of that comes true

Rappers die too much

That's it, that's the verse

I wish that you were lying to me, oh, oh, oh

Yes, I do

I wish that you were lying to me

I hope none of that comes true

Yeah, silent reflection was the first verse's mission

I ain't want to water it down with a whole bunch of conditions

Just give it to you raw how a nigga really feelin'

"Rappers get shot too much" probably has a lot more precision

But that was the decision, and with that, I'ma stick

I don't really support niggas 'cause the shit be making me sick

Look at what we say in this bitch just to get rich

Shoot a nigga right in the head, don't even flinch

Nah, nah we can't, we can't talk about that

We gotta talk about something else

I mean, because it's hypocritical, nigga, you got guns

You surrounded by gangsters and killers, all your niggas

Like, the fuck is you talkin' about?

Nigga, talk about something else, talk about something else

Nigga, talk about something else

I've admired many cities through the windows of hotels

From the window of a plane, I've seen the window of a cell

The plane started to fly, the rain started to fell

That's LaGuardia and Rikers, a airport next to a jail

I took a picture looked like my window was crying

'Cause it was sad that all they saw every day was somebody flying

And they was trapped, this shit is wack

But it was crack, hung it on my wall like a plaque

Keep your eyes on the prize and your thumbs on the apps

Facts, I wish that they was lying in they raps

How does that transpire

To be so damned by God, you want your friends to be goddamned liars?

All we talk about are our goddamned priors

Shiny metal boxes on top of goddamned tires

I'm goddamned tired

If I say I didn't indulge, my pants would be on goddamn fire

'Cause I'm a part of the problem

Sometimes the P-, sometimes the -roblem

Fame, all in the name of martyrdom (Yeah)

I wish that you were lying

What's the difference between a posthumous album

And a life insurance policy?

Spotify

A dollar's worth what a dollar buy, go monetize

I wish that you were lying to me

Oh yes, I do, yeah

I wish that you were lying to me

I hope that none of that comes true, ooh

Giving you a fourth, wanna make up for the first

Only 'cause I know that you can take another verse

Want the Quran to be a lie 'cause Hell sounds like it hurts

Also want it to be real 'cause Heaven sounds like it's turnt

Wear my conscience like a condom 'cause I don't wanna be burnt

Wear my dharma like its armor 'cause I don't wanna return

To the wheel of the quivering meat conception

Sometimes I hide inside Kerouac for protection

From the Thanksgiving where bears attacking the dressing

Like Tekken, just lean back and tear into that refreshment

Sometimes real life parallaxes in depression

That's real

Maybe not lie, maybe just chill (Yo)

Maybe not die, maybe just kill (Wait, no)

Maybe survive making a mil'

Greetings wavy but wavy don't make you a Navy SEAL

I wish that you were lying to me

Oh yes, I do

I wish that you were lying to me

I hope that none of that comes true

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