Corrección Letra Say Something (Youso Remix) par Lupe Fiasco

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Letra

Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man
Brewster Place, he used to stick his scissors in his sockets—damn
Clear that project runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands
Ain’t got no problems, Houston—I A.K.A. then rocket-land
Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans
Rockets and I up in the sky, like helicopter cams
And you down there in the traffic jam
From here, I’ve seen a bunch of fake sh*t like avid wra**ling fans
Came up from the bottom of the eye еxam—zoom!
Now, I’m like the biggest G up in thе room
Still hard to see me like the truth on TV
Or the roof from the sidewalk; I don’t flow, I ceiling
My mama said they need me
'Cause I’m made from the best stuff on earth, like Snapple Tea Leaves
They gla** is half full, so I spit into them like Celie
No longer G—now, you can see me
But your letter's still under my sea, like seaweed
C and G but nothing 'bout me C-G
It’s all real—none of this is green screen
"Shut Up and Let Me Go" just like The Ting Tings
I’m feeling like a Mac standing around a bunch of PCs

I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
Say-say something, baby
Say something, babe, say something
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
I'm so addicted to the money
I blew up, now I'm sexin' up all the video honies
And all my fans at my shows, they be yellin' they love me
I pull that drop head out; that b*t*h ugly
Got a fake stunna, because he make me richer
Don't need a magnifyin' gla** to see the big picture
Hah!
My flow tight like skinny jeans
And whenever you mention the best of C's, just mention me
The boy from Ohio; Reynoldsburg to be exact
N***as frontin' at home like I ain't put it on the map
F**k all you hip-hop critics, ain't here to please y'all
My money's so giant, boy, your money so guitar
And we are, nothin' I like so don't compare to me
Now I get hit on woman who can be a parent to me
I'm in Miami now, chillin' at the spots
Got Ms. Dane County ridin' in the drop
F**k with me!
I'm too cool, even in school I was voted most popular
And I get every sneaker, better get your Footlocker up!
Better not catch Ca**ie or I'ma knock her up
And I'm just sayin' how I really feel, no intentions, Puff
That Louis bag got the most, count 200 stacks
Trust me, I know, I tried to fit 300, damn near bust the bag
Drivin' like a muthaf**ka, where your D at?
Stay with a swisher on me, now where the weed at?
And I be everywhere these other n***as don't be at
You hotter than Cash Money Records, we don't believe that
Look, n***a, we run this
Name another label with a roster like our list
N***a, let's be honest
This sh*t is all I know
And I'ma keep stuntin' on
These n***as against the hoes
Man, it's the life I chose
No wonder why they hatin' on me
B*t*h n***as don't change
And they reamain the same
And that's so lame

When you're no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standin' there but
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
Say-say something, baby
Say something, babe, say something
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa

Uh! I am the topic of conversation, this is celebration
Let's toast to the fact that I've moved out my mama's basement
To a condo downtown, 'cause it's all about location
I sit and drink wine and watch Californication, to life
You shoulda been here to kick it with me
We could have split this whole thing up 50/50
But now I'm at the 40/40 getting b*t*hes tipsy
Killing sh*t, the ever-so talented Mr. Ripley
How I go from being the man that you argue with
To me and Dwayne Carter putting out the hardest sh*t
I should wanna go back to the one I started with
But I'm addicted to this life, it's gon' be hard to quit
Yeah, just ask me how things are coming along
You could tell me that you've never heard none of my songs
Long as you end up saying one day you plan to listen
'Cause what's a star when it's most important fan is missing?
This sh*t was all I knew, you and me only
I did it all for you, still you were lonely
We could've worked it out, uh, but I guess things change
It's funny how someone else's success brings pain
When you're no longer involved, that person has it all
And you just stuck standin' there but
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
Say-say something, baby
Say something, babe, say something
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby
I'm gon' need you to say something, baby, ohh-whoa

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