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Текст: Lupe Fiasco. I'm Beamin'.

[Intro]
Today, nobody cares
But tomorrow, they will, they will
Today, nobody cares
But oh tomorrow, they will, they will

[Chorus]
They said my future was dark, see me now?
Just look around, I'm beaming
They used to talk, when I wasn't around
You see me now? I'm beaming

[Verse 1]
I get my energy, from my inner G
I be in outer space, but I got inner peace
So tell my enemies, that they can't injure me
I know that irritates, you have my sympathies
Well you should protest, yeah you should picket me
I'm on a losing strike, I'm on a winning streak
I'm out at left field, I'm speaking mentally
But that's a better place, then where the benches be
I'm feeling really good, me and my different beat
Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis
See that's what got me here, you hearing me
Me on my black man in the future shit, call me Billy Dee
See I'm just forward looking, that's how I really see
See while you Valentines, I'm thinking Christmas trees
And that's happens to be, even at Mickey D's
Semi-colon, close parentheses

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Do you remember me? The guy from verse one
Failures my last name, nevers my first one
You see I hood a lot, and yeah I nerd some
Hoods where the heart is, nerds where the words from

Don't represent either, because I merged them
There's kids who want to leave, and I encourage them
Go out and see the world, never return from
Yeah you don't come back, unless you learn some
And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from?
Your hair done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you're dumb
Mix Melyssa Ford, with Maya Angelou
Become a Top Model, and Sojourner too
I try to follow this, what Muhammad do
It's such an old soul, inside this sonic youth
Swear I'm Ferraried up, and I'm conscience too
I don't prophesize, I promise you

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Yeah it's me again, the guy from verse two
But it's the last one, it's almost curfew
It's almost night out, so turn your lights on
Where all my 760's, with your brights on?
Yeah they are the ones, to keep your eyes on
Like how we used to do, to keep the house warm
Now those the type of eyes, I not cry from
You see the tears of fire, run out my crying songs
Now the world's shoulders, is what we crying on
The world's fast lane, is what I'm driving on
What am I driving at? I'm trying to drive it home
I'm in the driver's seat, but you can ride along
It's never Cyclops, it's never I alone
I'm telling your story, wherever I perform
Now if they looking for me, you tell them I've gone
Out in the bright lights, right where I belong

[Chorus]