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Palaces (Explicit) - Lupe Fiasco
Composed by：Wasalu Jaco p/k/a: Lupe Fisaco
Produced by：Soundtrakk/Nicolaus Isaiah/Trumaine Jordan
We've been talented all along
We think we're fortresses made of stone
But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone
Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Lord please bless my castle of sand
Waiting on a battle
Sword handle all in my hand
The war forces more toward my door with demands
More important than the fortune
That you poured in my pan
From freestyling to recording advance
Can you please reinforce all
My borders and bands
I should've put it towards some plans
Want a forest gotta water some plants huh
Normally ignoring the branch
Is par for the course but when
You hold a culture you can't
Can't parkour over a part
You gotta march forth over
Your art and for your fans
When you cornered gotta shorten
Your stance
Lessen your tells Philly-shelled
Don't orbit or dance
You hear the bell then report to the band
Then do whatever that the chorus
Commands and for the 'Gram
We've been talented all along
We think we're fortresses made of stone
But we're just palaces made out of flesh and bone
Made out of flesh and bone
Waiting for our time to shine to come on home
Our time to come on home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Lord please bless my mansions of cards
If ever challenged let us camp in the car
Uh
Or hang a hammock from a branch in the park
A planet made of uninhabited parts
Uh
Being anonymous don't grant you some dark
Even astronomers keep a camera on Mars
Uh
Satellites attract where you are
And see your blackest night
Attack it with sparks
Uh
Fireworks are not a match for a star
And fire hurts burns blackens and scars
Uh
Can still emerge learned attractive and sharp
From out the ashes of galactic barrage yeah
It gets savage where they traffic mirage
It ain't no magic they in back of it
Secret hatches and frauds
You gotta take it back to the start
You gotta tap and learn to rap
From the heart yeah yeah
We've been talented all along
We think we're fortresses
Made of stone
But we're just palaces
Made out of flesh and bone
Waiting for our time
To shine to come on home
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Uh yeah
Lord please bless my palace of bones
My soul call my skeleton home
It's on the phone
Hello
Give the receiver back to Tyrone
We made a pact nigga I'm goin' back home
Alright
Yeah pack my bags stagger back to the zone
With a back full of daggers I've thrown
I'm like my own masochist
Slash my wrist with a poem
And when I'm gone
Don't tamper with or sample
My songs unless you strong
Bicep emojis in the group chat
Five sets of burpees
Don't disturb me if the booth black
I'm going through it
Got a bunch of baggage on my roof rack
I have a lot of habits that produced that
They gon' put they tag on it
My condolences to the fast moments
Hope the solar system assist my
Slower mission and put some lag on it
Window to my soul peering inside
The crib where my spirit resides
Lyrics or die
