Sirah - Lilies lyrics

[Produced by The Buchanans] [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Come, and bring the pieces to the master He who organize by size then completes them with the plaster Now, what should we call it? After 12, co*ktails prevails the inner alcoholic Who knelt you by the toilets? Remember, remember? Just like the Knights of Malta n***as like their liquor malted, manifested like a land without the Indian Just all kith and foul kin Whether Maltese or Millennium Saucer, Chaucer of the airwaves To a**ist once a n***a leaves, but her hair beige The other's hair shaved Both standin' at the bottom of the staircase poised But boys too coy to look in their face Oi, bring the dowry, you can have 'em On annual sabbatical, lookin' lousy in the cabin Groomin's only prudent to continue working with humans But ain't no livin' signals inside my circle of students [Hook: Sirah] Lilies in the valley of my heart Lay you on your back and fall apart Lately I been looking at the spores It got my mind going back to Cali after dark I got a problem with commitment, I'd say Laying here waiting on waves To wash away the palisades Barriers and barricades In the lilies in the valley of my heart [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Leave, and take these pictures to the pawn shop Tell 'em you want the same amount of money that the one got Pull up on the side of his Ghost and let the Dijon drop If they muster up the courage to murk us at the Quran swaps For the ones that tell you how to orchestrate the bomb plots Taught you well on how to tell the impostors Made an inner city Mosque in Mississippi, Madra**as Much like differences in instances, itty-bitty is topless That was food for the fingers Dim the lights to set the mood for the singers Who can turn the stage into a school for the redeemers? Like an agent teaching Afghans to use the tool with the stingers Useful as a back tire to a flat tire A bazooka's your best friend until it backfires Your strata needs a bunk bed ladder to climb up And high hopes will put this whole matter behind us [Hook: Sirah] [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Still, debunking the myth of a sleepover As the enola sneaks over The seat thinking ricolas fixes Ebola Hol' up, heathens and thieves, in case police show up Out the belly of the beast, making the streets blow up Blowing in her hands, making the heat hold us in streaks All my sk**s on the hilltop, you can hear a quill drop Spoon full of sugar help the pill pop Let us Tetris, little blocks until the bill clots And then fill spots and make the field drop Levels, wearing the baron's medals Otherwise bare expect for a pair of petals Somethin' like a bear except he's wearing a pareo Fair safe haven to take your share of De Niro In his care, might square to a pair of you share hold Heavily invested to bury every [?] now [Hook: Sirah]