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Streets On Fire Performed By Lupe Fiasco.

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LYRICS:

Tonight, tonight, tonight

[Matthew Santos]

The stars are alive, and the path is colliding

the plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling

the fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us

their perils are goners, no children to mourn us

it's driving me crazy this whore is my lady

we've lost all our babies and God is amazing

the tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer

the pimp and the riser your cross there you'll find her

hey, hey

[CHORUS]

Death is on the tip of her tongue and

dangers at the tip of her fingers

streets are on fire tonight

Death is on the tip of her tongue and

dangers at the tip of her fingers

streets are on fire tonight

[Lupe][Verse 1]

Disease the virus is spreading in all directions

no safe zone no cure and no protection

no symptoms define the signs of an infection

no vaccines, remedies, and no corrections

Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections

don't let them in not a friend not a reflection

everybody's got it and want you to have it next and

don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception

no pill can heal the ill of this

sickness some are still in doubt of its existence

some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance

some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance

the poor say the rich have the cure

the rich say the poor are the source

revolutionaries say it's physiological war

invented by the press, just to have something to report

some say the first case came from a maternity ward

some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors

whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores

and everybody is sure

the scientist say it only affects the mind

the little boy said it only affects the girls

the preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul

a bum said it's going to kill the whole wide world.

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2]

Believe some say the neon signs by the

loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine;

a subtle solace to demolish the troubled conscience

of a popus with no knowledge and every freedom denied

every dream is designed and broadcasted

from the masters to the masses

from the antennas on the top of the shrines

refine the receiver and plant it

during the panic and short it, it reports back

everything in your mind, everything is lying

everything is dying, everything is a rule

everything is a crime, everything was here then

everything rewind the new

weather burned the feathers off everything flying

(And she likes it, and she loves it)

the sadness, the madness, the bash it

the lavish, the fastest, the clashes, the ashes to ashes

everything intertwined

my femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel

once caught her changing the batteries in her halo

receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for

and the address to the factory where they made those

scientist said she's all inside my mind

the little boy said what happened to all the girls

the preacher man said she's going to kill off your soul

the dope boy said it's the whole wide world

[CHORUS]