Talib Kweli feat Pharrell Williams lyrics

Talib Kweli feat Pharrell Williams lyrics

"Broken Glass Lyrics"



[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 l
One Mic Lyrics
speaking softly, gradually getting louder] One time.. yeah.. yeah.. Yo, all I need is one mic, one beat, one stage One nigga front, my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One God to show me how to do things his son did Pure, like a cup of virgin blood; mixed with 151, one sip'll make a nigga flip Writin names on my hollow ti
et 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
Farther Along Lyrics
Tempted and tried, we're oft made to wonder Why it should be thus all day long While there are others living about us Never molested though in the wrong When death has come and taken our loved ones It leaves our home so lonely and drear Then do we wonder why others prosper Living so wicked year after year Farther along we'll know all about it Farther along we'll underst
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 Kwel
Prelude To An EpicFlowers For Ingrid Lyrics
god damn, you were the best. a dozen roses couldn't say goodbye to all the heartache so I left them in the garden. the swollen eclipse now leaves me in the gloom of another episode. she's lost in jaded memories. draping over the sun. will this be our swansong? our last dance? come take my hand and we'll watch fate destroy us. god damn, you were the best. I now
i]
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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