Songtext Dear fall Lupe Fiasco

Dear fall

Yes Sir, What up Shanobie, Susie What up, Salamalakem, Uh Yeah What up Chi town what up west side what up every where else in the world President Carter What up man

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Verse One:]
Dear Fall you might not know what my album is called its Lupe Fiasco's Food and Liquor.
God willing September is when I plan to fall I mean drop like the temperature then rock on right through the winter put something on they mind give 'em lines to remember.
Uh a lifetime remembered which is mine then record it put in georges then rewind then ??????.
My misadventures, adventures into the underworld hanging with them cover girls.
This aint my enter Nah on Arista I coulda been the Contender but BMG hada different agenda.
What up LA Reid I still see ya, ya still my homeboy wont even charge you for a feature.
I went from MC to being MS, this microphone controller to motivational speaker.
Niggas sta ?????? Nah Im not a prophet but Farenheit 115 is being quoted by preachers.
Far from being a leader but Im still being invited by teachers.
With no hennesy and no reefa give 'em a hand I came from hand-me-down sneakers.
And I don't want to boast or brag but for what most niggas hope a nigga dun had.
Chop game wit my folk and split it in half you aint gotta bring it back tomorrow a nigga can have.
Rich or broke.
A nigga aint mad.
Self esteem'll make a Regal ride like a Silver ???? Just wipe the french fries off the seat, lean back and then tilt my hat.
Uh and Ima head to the bass line free bass to the 8 times at bass line watching Jay put it together.
I wonder if he knew while he was mumbeling that this would push Lupe forever, together.
With the F and F crew, Atlantic on post proudly present to you.

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H sumthn new sumthn fresh sumthn different A lil to the left a lil upliffn' A lil good game A lil hustln in'it Some S-B Nikes some nice crush linen.
Dont forget the skateboard Of course the nice women.
Can I get a mic check and a lil light dim and a fresh bottle of Vas maybe wit some light lemon and ya gotta blame my momma for the lil light skinnin.


And this aint writtin I swear autumn I was just recordin um as I thought um.
Y-G F and F U-P 23 ya O-V-P.
Wit a flow like Laud an nem that a get ya sleepy but soon as they nod off thats when Im smelling ???.
What down Madisson Street how they gone keep us off 'em.
Peace

Yeah.
Think thats good.
Yeah thats good.
Yo Im out