Crystal Torres - Adoration of the Magi lyrics

[Lupe Fiasco] You're so smart You're like, a contemporary museum of art That farts, that's harsh Narcissism, on narcotics On sharp objects in large pockets At dark, you ain't gotta hide it Keep it, metal gear solid Lead the leaders, that's how you file it Then clobber it Low on energy, find peach cobbler then gobble it Yeah, it's food in them drums and boxes If you beat 'em up then they'll drop it And they'll rapidly flicker till they disappear Blinging gradually quikens till they isn't here And that's da da da da da da da.... Just to be back in Reincarnated, exact twin Exact ten, exact twelve Ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba... Exact self Do I really gotta say it? Didn't we all play it? Dojo, Abobo Overshore the throat, polo [?], Jimmy Even on the low low [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] Why you ready to die? You just a baby Why them tears up under your eyes? You just a baby Keep your head up in the sky, you just a baby Quit chasing money, never mind, you just a baby (These men tryna adore you These men tryna adore you) Why you working for the kids? You just a baby Why you playing in the streets? You just a baby [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Now let's vogue, Martin pose Downward facing dog, warrior pose Tree pose, bridge pose Triangle pose, seated twist (pose, pose) Upward facing dog (pose, pose) Pigeon pose In this b**h, that's vulgar, that's yoga Let's try it again with clothes And closer, enclosure, exposures [?] like [?] meet koza nostras on Oprah's sofa With both controller Watchin' Gazans and ashkenazis ride roller coasters Say yeah Yeah, lots of options, now up is down, two player Now A is jump and B is punch You seein' somethin' that weren't there Define friendliness in a nemesis, it's a old test 3 bu*tons, see somethin' That's emphasis on genesis [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] Why you ready to die? You just a baby Why them tears up under your eyes? You just a baby Keep your head up in the sky, you just a baby Quit chasing money, never mind, you just a baby (These men tryna adore you These men tryna adore you) Why you working for the kids? You just a baby Why you playing in the streets? You just a baby [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Can't be eyes closed when you side scroll You not the first person The first person from your first cursin' To your first cursive And your first word is in the curve version Of the [?] virgin of the word version That refers perfect to the first person In the third verse, who's really me In the third person but prefers the first one, that's me Again Master cleanse and a syringe From a gird [?] to your first burger Pamper to her depends Everything between us just drops Even in between us no laws Even where the king is no boss Meet it with a swing it's so south Unless you Bam Bam Knocking them pictures into the grand stands In the club, watching the women just do them hand stands, like you a mans man That's washing down a hand with the Zam Zam Who got a baby in here with these strippers? She's two weeks pregnant Didn't even know, he's dancing with her, damn [Hook: Lupe Fiasco] Why you ready to die? You just a baby Why them tears up under your eyes? You just a baby Keep your head up in the sky, you just a baby Quit chasing money, never mind, you just a baby (These men tryna adore you These men tryna adore you) Why you working for the kids? You just a baby Why you playing in the streets? You just a baby