Released on August 14, 2024

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[Intro]

奥に入れないでください。


[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Uh, didn't read the tags

Take my right size and divide that in half

That's what happened, what a gaff

Gotta give that away or give it to the trash

Nephew can fit it, Niece can fit it

Yo G I ask for your forgiveness, it all happened in a flash

Only wore it once, I should've kept it in the stash

Shouldn't have hung it up, I should've kept it in the bag

Shouldn't never bought it, should've left it at the flag

Shit that I had visited, collection had me gassed

I shouldn't have fell for the affections of the staff

Yo G, plus a dryer I'll let you do the maaath


[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]

Woo-ooo-ooh

Psychiatry for your soul


[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Yeah, yeah, uh

Saint Laurent shirt, short enough to fit a bare brick

Overzealous fluffing four ruin the hysterics

Holdin' up the Balmains like "I can't even wear this"

Looking at the dryer, why do this to what I cherish?

You're a son of a bitch, a [?] sabotager with a malice talent for a sundering fix

Laundry mat, we were a package and a team

I turn my back and you attack all the jackets of my dreams

That dress grip, neck zip tracksuit from [?] is irreplaceable

Words can't encompass all my hate for you

Mastermind killers, off-white dislikers

I'll never let my [?] be a victim of you vipers

Look at the washer just ready to die, Saiyans arrive

These are reasons why you never should drrry


[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco]

Psychiatry for your soul


[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco]

Arms on the gun sun flooded

Pour a finger on it even suitable for huggin'

Lookin' like they put it in the Kazan oven

Eyes no longer dry from the beautiful destruction

Arms on the gun sun flooded

Pour a finger on it even suitable for huggin'

Lookin' like they put it in a Kazan oven

Eyes no longer dry from the beautiful destruction, your hand


[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]

Hello?

Promise you won't be mad