Ruth B. - Dirty Nikes (Lupe Fiasco Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ruth B. & Lupe Fiasco] Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Lupe, uh-huh Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 1: Ruth B.] Tell me how to drive with the windows down Now that you're not in the passenger seat Tell me how to dance with my best friends Guess that my best friends know that you're not with me [Pre-Chorus: Ruth B.] Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to [Chorus: Ruth B.] Summer days are lonely When it's only me in my room Wondering if you know that I'm Still singing about you, ooh Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me Of what I've been through You should know it makes me sick That I'm still singing 'bout you, ooh [Post-Chorus: Ruth B.] Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh-oh, oh) I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh-oh, oh) I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah (Yeah), I say Questions from that snake or somethin' Lessons how to leave alone Protections for my peace at home [?] to teach a stone To eat and sleep and read a poem Meditatin', speakin' Oms Investigate the deeper zones To detach, scratch with no rematches Block accounts and delete the ashes As if we don't need the classics, and Goin' backwards against that cancel culture These mental sculpturess, demandin' closure And exposure That's so quantum physics But a honest pivot from that common district (Yeah) To that monumentous, unconquered continent in the distance Let's take a tour van to that pure land Ensure fans can partake Have a festival for the rest of you Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah (Yeah) [Chorus: Ruth B. & Lupe Fiasco] Summer days are lonely When it's only me in my room (Uh-huh) Wondering if you know that I'm (Yeah, yeah) Still singing about you, ooh (Yeah, yeah) Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me Of what I've been through (Oh, oh) You should know it makes me sick That I'm still singing 'bout you, ooh [Post-Chorus: Ruth B. & Lupe Fiasco] Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh-oh, oh, Lupe) I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to (Lupe) Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh-oh, oh, yeah, yeah) I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to (Yeah, yeah) [Bridge: Ruth B. & Lupe Fiasco] Drive with the windows down Now that you're not (Uh-huh) in the passenger seat Dance with my best friend's Guess that my best friend's (Uh-huh) know that you're not with me (Yeah) [Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Ruth B.] Here we go (Oh-oh, oh) Let's take a tour van to that pure land Parttake Have a festival for the rest of you Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah (Oh-oh, oh) Lupe Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh (Oh-oh, oh) Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh