[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
I see diamond flooded demons, Lamborghini angels
Halos down with the doors flapping when they came through
Windows up, system bumping, you the one they sang to
Same two, who said they the ones you should send your thanks through
Pockets full of blessings, they can sanctify and saint you
You can hear em revving up in heaven now, can't you
Sandals made of chrome, his soul made of leather
An engine full of sinnin' and candy painted feathers
The sound of the motor only reverend you confess to
I see this all in the eyes of the girl I'm next to
I asked her where we goin' and she just told me, Pleasure
Hands on the wheel, and her heels on the accelor
Rator, told her wait up, she kept going like et cetera
But like a broken record
We've come too far to just wheel it back, selector
So we gon' ride forever, forever, forever, forever, forever
[Hook: Dirty Money]
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Uh, said she was a fan of mine
Knew she was New Jersey but said that she was Anaheim
bu*terflies turn to suicides, now it's phantoms flying
Used to whisper in my ear, but now she tryna ‘vander mine
That holy feeling (Holyfield) all gone, slowly feeling all wrong
None of this is satisfying, pull it over let me out
I'll just hitchhike back to mine
Nothing's really as it seems, yeah I shoulda known that
Thought I called a angel, devils had my phones tapped