 [Pharrell] Kweli!!!
[T. Kweli] Yeah! They wasn't
expecting this! that's why ya
[Pharrell] Hahaha
[T. Kweli] Gotta hope for the best and
play 'em for the worst, c'mon!
[Pharrell] Muhfuckers is history!
[T. Kweli] C'mon!!
[Verse - Talib Kweli]
This the story of - Lucy In The Sky
Wit Diamonds
Ask her why she crying, she wanna
live, she got no time for dying
Was a science, dreams too big for a
small town
She gotta get to New York and
watch a door fall down
Hopped off the Greyhound, gotta
make her way now
She sleeping on the park benches in
the playground
But cash burn quick, don't wanna
have to turn trick
Ready to quit 'til she met the super
pimp
Flashing his toothy smile that drove
little Lucy wild
She quick to hop up on his dick
straight Hoopie style
She let the fella hit but she sang she
sell-a-bit [celebate]
He ain't buying that, she ain't selling it
She looking for love in all of the
above
Believing videos, trying to back up all
on a thug
Who wanna - put it in her, withdraw
like a Citi card
But now she shake that ass for tips at
the titty bar
[Chorus - Talib Kweli] (Pharrell)
Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S
LOUDER!!)
Louder - than a bomb shattered in in
the air (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Try to hold back your tears baby!
(IT'S LOUDER!!)
Wait a second, what happens here
baby? (IT'S LOUDER!!)
Broken glass - everywhere! (IT'S
LOUDER!!)
Louder - than a bomb shattered in in
the air, yeah
(How many of y'all think you can do
what we do?!)
Yeah! Wait a second (One! Two!
Three! C'mon!)
[Verse - Talib Kweli]
Dreams shattered like broken glass
Press ignore it and your hopes get
broken fast
You complain for the life you
supposed to have
But when you try to make plans God
is known to laugh
Throw a song on the phonograph,
and Lucy start wilin
The trick start smiling, watch the loot
start flying
The Gucci start pilling up, she live
designer plush
Start lining up the coke so she could
find a rush
Time's up, she's about to turn 33
Her shit started to sag, she got
surgery
Now cats are used to drive past her
like a Church van
Acting on thirst, 'She Wants To
Move' like a N.E.R.D. fan
Bigger house, 10,000 dollar purse fam
She let you in, she wanted rent by the
1st man
She the ring leader in a clique of birds
And they shadowy, like the silhouette
behind the curtain
[Chorus]
[Verse - Talib Kweli]
She was a small city girl with big city
dreams
Niggaz try to figure how to get up in
them jeans
Put her in them scenes, get her on
the team
Hit her wit the cream 'til they figured
out the schemes
Now she all up in the club looking for
a new love
Really like Huey Lewis looking for a
new drug
Cause coke's getting old, started free
basing
Graduated to crack, smack on
occasion
Not catching the bus, but back at the
station
Back and forth pacing, acting all
impatient
Last hundred dollars, she got to 'Get
By'
Now gotta make a choice, go home
or get high
Mommy and daddy miss her, she left
for the fame
Now what's left is the dirt that's
thrown on her name
She need a ticket home if it's the right
course
Instead she bought a ticket to ride
the white horse
[Chorus]
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