Lilies

[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, cocktails prevails the inner alcoholic

Who knelt you by the toilets?

Remember, remember? Just like the Knights of Malta

Niggas 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

Two assists: one Senegalese but her hair beige

The others hairs' shaved, both standing 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, Madrassas

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 skills 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 Harriet’s railroad

[Hook: Sirah]