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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
GemStones
GemStones
Vocals
Graham Burris
Graham Burris
Vocals
Lupe Fiasco
Lupe Fiasco
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demarco Lamonte Castle
Demarco Lamonte Castle
Songwriter
Rudolph Lopez
Rudolph Lopez
Songwriter
Wasalu Jaco
Wasalu Jaco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Soundtrakk
Soundtrakk
Producer
James Auwarter
James Auwarter
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Breakey
Jeff Breakey
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Craig Bauer
Craig Bauer
Mixing Engineer
Greg "G Ball" Magers
Greg "G Ball" Magers
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Carrera (Dumb it down) Coolest nigga what (Dumb it down) FNF up (Dumb it down) (Dumb it down) I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless Which means I'm tearless Which means my iris resides where my ears is Which means I'm blinded But I'mma find it I can feel its nearness But I'mma veer so I don't come near Like a chicken or a deer But I remember I'm not a listener or a seer So my windshields smear Here, you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this Clearly cause my blindness The windshield is minstreled, the whole grill is road kill So trill and so sincere, yea I'm both them there Took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat And the locs in a chair had approached him here Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier of the notes that they living Riverton is rosey, pockets full of poseys Given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war 'Till I'm resting in peace You going over niggas' heads Lu (Dumb it down) They telling me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down) We ain't graduate from school nigga (Dumb it down) Them big words ain't cool nigga (Dumb it down) Yea I heard "mean and vicious" nigga (Dumb it down) Make a song for the bitches nigga (Dumb it down) We don't care about the weather nigga (Dumb it down) You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down) And I'm mouthless which means I'm soundless Now as far as the hearing now I found it It was as far as the distance from an earing to the ground is But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in the Lear She fine and she flying I feel I'm flying by 'cause my mind's on cloud nine And in her mind and at the same time Pimps see the wings on the underground king Who's also Klingon to infinity and beyond Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon Or lion in the desert, I'm flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit Yea, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse But toot my own horn You been shedding too much light Lu (Dumb it down) You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu (Dumb it down) They're getting self esteem Lu (Dumb it down) These girls are tryna be queens Lu (Dumb it down) They're tryna graduate from school Lu (Dumb it down) They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu (Dumb it down) They're tryna get up out the hood Lu (Dumb it down) I don't tell you what you should do (Dumb it down) And I'm brainless which means I'm headless like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplayless sex is, which makes me saneless With no neck left to hang a chain with Which makes me necklace less like a necklace theft And I ain't use my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest About the best fair FF jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and excess depth Even scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe Around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside him Chest high and rising almost touching the knees Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make you flowered Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine, make it rain, make a boat, I make a plane Then I pull the plug and I make it drain Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again Westside You be putting me to sleep nigga (Dumb it down) That's why you ain't poppin' in the streets nigga (Dumb it down) You ain't winning no awards nigga (Dumb it down) Robots and skateboards nigga? (Dumb it down) GQ man of the year G? (Dumb it down) Shit ain't rocking over here B (Dumb it down) Why don't you talk about your cars nigga? (Dumb it down) And what the fuck is 'go yard' nigga? (Dumb it down) Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down) Pour champagne on a bitch (Dumb it down) What the fuck is wrong with you? (Dumb it down) How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down) Look B, here's my math, my 2way, uh What's, uh, here take this, stay right there Fuck what my boys talking about nigga Nigga you hot for me, I like you Listen G they tell me I should come down cousin But I flatly refused I ain't dumb down nothing
Writer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Gemstones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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