Gold Watch

[Intro: x2] Let's peruse the essential of cool A brief study of the things so instrumental to you That make me feel flyer than lobbys at bellevues An exclaimer just aramore no credentials from a school Now [Lupe Fiasco:] In my Fall of Rome jeans, my headporter wallet My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Chen clock shit My not go to college but my street smart polished Like the black finger nails of that punk rock logic Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise Was trading off my comics I was taking them to school One of Jay-z's boys now I'm skating in your pools Not to be rude I'm just hating on your rules Like a young fifty I'm on my world tour Good morning Singapore I'm bringing the sun with me From the Robert Taylor homes to African slum cities I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies Parisian sensibilities so stay out the vicinity of [Bridge:] Yea, yea she loves it over here It's just, yea, yea now look at what I wear [Chorus:] Got my gold watch And my gold chain With my fancy car And my diamond ring With my fancy broad And she full grain So it's no words And it's no slang And I'm no trick And I'm no lame It's just so sick That she's so game It's just yea, yea she loves it over here [x4] [Lupe Fiasco:] I like zip-t, candles and Maharishi sandals And Dita sunglasses and Purple Murder Service samples I like false t-shirts though the street is off the handle Such a good designer Junya Wantanabe got genu I like Yohji Yamamoto and I might roll solo Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polos I like Mont Blanc pens and Moleskine paper I like go-yard bags and green Now-n-Laters Monical magazines and Japanese manga Futura Nosferatu's and HTM trainers I like street fighter 2 I just really hate Zangief If only Ken and Ryu I find it hard to beat Blanca I keep a Wii Nun-chuk hanging and a uncle album banging If you negative in energy stay of the vicinity of... [Chorus:] Got my gold watch And my gold chain With my fancy car And my diamond ring With my ghetto broad And she's so plain Gotta couple SCARS And one of those long names And she fight a nigga And cusses wit no shame And her ex-man had her baggin up cocaine But she.. [x4] It's just yea, yea she loves it over here And my most coveted thing is my high self-esteem And the low tolerance for them telling me how to lean See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen See the wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy bout pretty I am ignorance's enemy so stay out of the vicinity of... Yea, Yea the niggas over there Yea, Yea now look at what I wear [repeat chorus]