We Love You

[Verse 1 - Lupe Fiasco]

That's what they say to me

And I entertain it quite playfully

Serious though, I'm Curious George

Killing cats with the flow, type gracefully

Lean back and I raise my feet

Give a little blow 'fore I taste my tea

On a world tour I'm in Gay Paris

Lu at the Louvre can't wait to see

8.50 I done paid my fee

Say "what up Venus?" then I take my leave

Hit collect and debate a spree

It's hard to sit it down like a maitre d'

Watch all the pretty little mates to be

They be tryna picture how I make my cheese

Little apricot on the crêpe I eat

Running late on my Casio face I see

Chefs in the kitchen tryna bake my steeze

But I keep it chilled, bout a 8 degrees

Everywhere I go I gotta take my skis

So cool turn milk into Tasty Freez

Used to watch Charlie go to make believe

Euro-star, first class, take my seat

Few more pounds in my HMP

Now I got the bounce I can make them sing

[Hook]

We love you

We love you, we love you

Yes we do, we love you

Yes we do

(x2)

(F-F-From the bottom of their hearts)

[Verse 2 - Sway]

She said she loves me, And I believe her

Making it 100 times harder for me to lead her (on)

I'm so eager to prevail

If music was a female I'd shag her

And end up coming quicker than an e-mail

Bye, ?, Au revoir, Arriba!

I'm going overseas so hide your daughters behind the doors

The minor tours and tore them down like minotaurs

Fine

With metaphors from when I thought clitorises were dinosaurs

(Sway) But I don't roll with a tech

But I will, if you go against my code of respect

If I don't hustle then my heart will stop

Back in Britain, rappers press up half the stock

I move and they ain't moving half the stock

And they can't fit in my shoes, so put a sock in it

Better yet a stocking 'fore I sock it to you

You're a laughing stock

America passed my ?, pass the buck

I'm about to blow so fast before I started

We've already passed the aftershock

(She loves it)

And I still believe her, making it 200 times harder for me to handle it

I'm coming to America

But I ain't playing football with you folks

Cos the last time, the bloke picked the ball up

And ran with it

Pass me my passport and my cargo

She's still yelling and telling me

I can't go

Lupe is belling me, my plane is about to leave

I'm on my way to Chi-car-go

[Hook]

(F-F-From the bottom of their hearts)

(repeated)