Fire Lyrics   You pyonged “Lupe Fiasco – Fire”  Publish Note No
Thanks Follow Share  [Verse 1] I was about as uncool as a
niece's mother's biggest brother But now it's all butter  Now
I'm bout as uncool as some cover to a pool from a puddle Like a
monsoon but subtler  Slowly pull up my pants A sagger to a
flooder Now you need a submarine the way I'm cuffin' my jeans
Like I'm arrestin' my dress code The dress clothes and the dress
toes So let's roll  Ghetto Lambda Lambda's how I address those
Niggas might peep and think geek  But you need that when you
knee-deep goin' on waist-high Get up to your neck just like a
great tie I finally got the Windsor Like on my eighth try  Your
shirt's still soakin' wet Your slacks ain't dry And I have yet
to even fall from the sky  I'm hotter than red with a head full
of lye Better run and get Spike, tell him I'm on fire  [Verse 2]
Hell, I don't wanna see you like a male stripper As you picture
yourself lookin' at pictures of male strippers That's how that I
don't wanna go to h