Lyrics:
Lupe, uh
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Tell me how to drive with the windows down
Now that you're not in the passenger's seat
Tell me how to dance with my best friend's guest
They're my best friends now that you're not with me
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Summer days are lonely when it's only me in my room
Wondering if you know that I'm still singing 'bout you
Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me 'bout what I've been through
You should know it makes me sick that I'm still singing 'bout you
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Yeah, I say
Questions from that snake or somethin'
Lessons how to leave alone
Protections for my peace at home
[?] to teach a stone
To eat and sleep and read a poem
Meditatin', speakin' Oms
Investigate the deeper zones
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/ruth-b/lyrics/dirty-nikes-lupe-fiasco-remix] To detach, scratch with no rematches
Block accounts and delete the ashes
As if we don't need the classics, and
Goin' backwards against that cancel culture
These mental sculpturess, demandin' closure
And exposure
That's so quantum physics
But a honest pivot from that common district
To that monumentous, unconquered continent in the distance
Let's take a tour van to that pure land
Ensure fans can partake
Have a festival for the rest of you
Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah
Summer days are lonely when it's only me in my room
Wondering if you know that I'm still singing 'bout you
Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me 'bout what I've been through
You should know it makes me sick that I'm still singing 'bout you
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Tell me how to drive with the windows down
Now that you're not in the passenger's seat
Dance with my best friend's guest
They're my best friends now that you're not with me
Let's take a tour van to that pure land
Part-take
Have a festival for the rest of you
Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Tell me how to drive with the windows down
Now that you're not in the passenger's seat
Tell me how to dance with my best friend's guest
They're my best friends now that you're not with me
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Summer days are lonely when it's only me in my room
Wondering if you know that I'm still singing 'bout you
Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me 'bout what I've been through
You should know it makes me sick that I'm still singing 'bout you
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Yeah, I say
Questions from that snake or somethin'
Lessons how to leave alone
Protections for my peace at home
[?] to teach a stone
To eat and sleep and read a poem
Meditatin', speakin' Oms
Investigate the deeper zones
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/ruth-b/lyrics/dirty-nikes-lupe-fiasco-remix] To detach, scratch with no rematches
Block accounts and delete the ashes
As if we don't need the classics, and
Goin' backwards against that cancel culture
These mental sculpturess, demandin' closure
And exposure
That's so quantum physics
But a honest pivot from that common district
To that monumentous, unconquered continent in the distance
Let's take a tour van to that pure land
Ensure fans can partake
Have a festival for the rest of you
Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah
Summer days are lonely when it's only me in my room
Wondering if you know that I'm still singing 'bout you
Found your dirty Nikes, they remind me 'bout what I've been through
You should know it makes me sick that I'm still singing 'bout you
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Ooh-ooh, ooh
I don't hate you, I just gotta learn to
Tell me how to drive with the windows down
Now that you're not in the passenger's seat
Dance with my best friend's guest
They're my best friends now that you're not with me
Let's take a tour van to that pure land
Part-take
Have a festival for the rest of you
Sing a heart sutures to heartaches, yeah