Just Might Be OK
Lupe Fiasco Song Lyrics

Affirmative no further furnishing is needed

I believe we are completed, dig

We all in agreement on the wall paper

Happy with the color scheme welcome to the crib

A two family habitat for humanity with a view with in the insanity

Live

My vida loca was built like bob vila villa gone

He architected, I arted what I harbored jimmy carter from chicago's west side

Finish my construction now we hold we coming like contracepts

I'm conciespet that kunta get from conversation held with the satan on my shoulder

Which lead the steps that kept me looking over the shoulder like shofers were my angels at

Painful yet mary I ain't jerry garcia ma here but I'm grateful church

[Chorus]

We just might be ok

After all

Sun don't shine

On this day

This feeling getting heavy is heaven

I am atlas at this manage the balance

Massive mass pull my back with out tipping my glasses

This was not pitiful from passes of o g s

This is so me

Ask us many mention little homie, little bony

But the rhymes is fat

In fact

Just like a rochester customer

God bless the mothers and younger brother is a hustler

Cause she don't want sob at his wake

But he want to follow in the step

Bang his hat learn his shake

Master his swagger in the bathroom

Mirror cop a chevy steady mob in his place

Chea it's just the problem we face look his mom is in the face n promises his strait

Then he leaves the house that love built that

Hug renovate that section 8 pays for

Well lets pray for em

Let the beat play for em

Put the trouble on display for em

Cause he gotta go face the drama

With a difference face from the one that he use to face his momma

If you look close

You'll see it consists of a smile that hurts a ice grill

In a trace of trauma

Little bit of his father

Another criterion that's no difference from a young liberian

Who let the delirium worry him living in it the city

Out of his mind

Liria reconsilia

I'm cool I don't for tell best

I ain't nicest mc, I ain't cornel west

I am cornel west side chi town guevara

Malcolm exorcise the demons

Gangster leaning

He traded in his kufi for a new era

Chose a 44 over a mortar board

I ain't a credited institute graduate

I ain't from nazareth

My conception wasn't immaculate

I ain't mastering no calculus

A good addition to the rap audience

I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on

What down joe, knowing is half the battle

Fighting temptation, have an apple

Shakes the snakes, pimp the system

Let's get into it, tabernacle