Lupe Fiasco - Life, d**h & Love From San Fransisco lyrics

She said love is a hard thing Somewhere between golfing and gardening Or parole board pardoning But she was still down for a hard swing Flowers she would pick like guitar strings For a real good whiff Of how life behind par seems Until then she a bar-teend And poor hot lead shots out of carbines If an inmate ever even think about departing Before it's time for the theft of a hard thing Wanna see why a bum had hard dreams Before he get gunned down, cause some sharp scene Saw it all on the way to the art scene Around the time they kicked us out, they had a park cleaned She ain't living in a car she just RV-ing Life on ice like the San Jose Shark team Hard times, tryna duck em like Darkwing Known for burning clothes and petty car-keying And other less harmful skylarking Bought a bag out of American Rag A small Chinese-made American flag Took a dollar bill then split it in half The picture that she bought wouldn't fit in the cab On a train trying her best not to live in the past A bum probably asked could he spit in her a** And that was it, fits, tantrums random Helter-Skelter, a world gone Manson And I'll spare you the details Dinner is ceviche out of seashells Annoyed cause her date really can't speak well But she forced to press on like Lee nails Next table was abhored by the weed smell She was done at the moment that the tea fell A thick wool jacket on a cool night Unimpressed by poems or the moonlight Doesn't satisfy like a game of pool might Thinking "what if Fantasia had a broom strike? " Tune right out of that school life Soon as reality became a camera crew and a boom mic So what do you do like? She said "absurd last words from a dude off a Zoosk site" And then left him Like the Roots left Geffen And the state Howlin' Wolf left Chess in Stop to watch flows have an unpaid session on the steps of a Westin She really need to check in And to apologize to her best friend New bras to put her chest in Love life or d**hin...