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Lupe Fiasco

Genres: Hip-Hop

Law Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

 

I don't wanna be here by myself 

But I'm just like you, and you don't wanna be by yourself 

Wanna put my name on it, but don't wanna end the friendship 

Cause that's a declaration, of independence 

Would you lie for it? Would you die for it? 

Put fireworks all inside of that sky for it 

Would you wait for me, then get away from me 

Wait 'til I come outside, hop inside the ride and floor it 

Tell her, she'll be safe with me 

To the tellers in the safe with me 

When the shooting starts, don't go with them 

You should stay with me 

Cause in the race of hearts, that's the place to be 

Cause the finish line is exactly where you start 

So I'll run around this whole bitch, just to end up where you are 

Now that's real shit, treadmill shit 

I'm Treadstone but I feel shit 

That's Bourne knowledge, yes you are, you just gonna have to believe 

That we 'bout to go to work so these niggas gonna have to leave 

 

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I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

 

Now you all business, started up yourself small business 

And we all in this, no half-stepping, we high heel 

All inches, high yield, small interest, hell yeah 

That's a loan and we owe some 

But we pay the bank out the same sack we just stole from 

That's real, that's steal 

Like four to two, I look forward to you, lookin down on the field 

And you look 4'2", look forward boo, don't look down at your heels 

Don't matter what's at stake, just let it burn, don't e'en look down at your grill 

Either way we gon' ball, look around at your wheels 

Even the baby gon' ball, look around at your wheels 

This ain't my shit, this our shit 

Look around what you build and that's great and shape 

And you should look inside how you feel 

You look and sound like you trill, you look inside for that feel 

Or just look inside how I look inside you, I look inside like I kill 

And you just gon' have to be 

And babe I'm 'bout to go to work so these niggas gon' have to leave 

 

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I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

 

She don't want no soft nigga, she just don't want no false nigga 

Daddy can be a gangsta, just can't be no lost nigga 

If you a senior, be a senior 

Don't be runnin' around like some frosh niggas 

Snapback is great, but you about to graduate 

Take your hat off nigga 

Tiger did cause tiger could 

But if Tiger couldn't then Tiger wouldn't 

That's a billion dollars off golf nigga 

See my fast money and my cash money take a lost with her 

And let's move slow and make a million dollars off cough syrup 

 

I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

I just wanna be here alone, alone 

With you, with you, with you, with you, with you 

Tell me, how do you feel? 

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