Sun God Sam & the California Drug Deals

## Song by Lupe Fiasco featuring Nikki Jean

"**Sun God Sam & the California Drug Deals**" is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the 12th track from his album, *Drogas Wave* (2018). It features guest vocals from Nikki Jean.

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]

Compose yourself, like a self-aware opera

Conjurer, in the zone like Sonic to

Produce me a sign of the end-times

In time to make profit off the T-shirts

And monetize all the research

And leave Earth feet-first

Breech, behold

Whites get whiter in the cold

And colors don't fade in the bleach, hah

Applause then fall through a man-made south

Talking to a doll at the pancake house

Then bring the lightsaber-ers

So bring the lampshades out, mood

To say something lewd on the news

And move like views on a cruise

And fuse like Q's into U's

Ah, ooh, ah, ooh

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]

Which side are you on?

Am I getting warmer? Cause I can't hold on

Are you close to me? Sunset so long

And can you call me? Cause I lost my phone

Should I wait for you? Or should I go home?

I can't function, these drugs are too strong

I'm seeing stars now, but I'm still unknown

Out here alone, sunset so long, so long

[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]

Mates for life, chillin' like space with ice

High as a cape

Snakes hiss, like air at the Sinclair

When you put it in they face like skin care

But they just egg 'em on like a hen chair

I've done that, I've been there

This a comeback, let me unpack

And unwrap souvenirs

Free as a speech on the untapped

Flat like time on the run

Why you bring a holster to a gun rack?

That's the alpha and omega, that's the vodka and the vomit

Why you playin' soccer with the Sonics?

That's a iPod to the Amish

You should get involved with the honest

Where everything's honored like Elijah Muhammad

Mixed with the pontiff, hooked on phonics

Let's be liars, that's not chronic

Condone Islamic, and it's haunted, ay

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]

Which side are you on?

Am I getting warmer? And I can't hold on

Are you close to me? Sunset so long

And can you call me? Cause I lost my phone

Should I wait for you? Or should I go home?

I can't function, these drugs are too strong

Stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-

Stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-

Stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-, stro-

(I've always loved you)

[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]

Sun god Sam and the California drug deals

Rain drop Wayne and the Bangkok love bills

Hoin', she knows that I'm crooked like Owen

But still goin' like a paradox, parasite, know it ain't right

Whether it's fair or not she knows that I'm horny like Triceratops

Together, but separated like a pair of socks

Wow, like Pac using both hands

And his head is the O

I only follow escorts now, call it sticking to the program

Fucking all the police addicted to the pole dance

C'm'here like Pol Pot

You love it over here like gold watch

I would treat the box like it's UPS, I would treat the box like a sneakerhead

If you shake and throw it like a match with a cigarette

Then drop it like a match on a gas trail

Fix another round for the mob, you the bomb

Like Jihad, up and down 'til the guards of the back fell

Still wanna, put my meat up in your V like I'm Maxwell

Stick a fork in it, dog, it's important to y'all

But it's pork in it so it ain't important at all

Saw an underground lair with a torch in the hall

When unfortunate calls from the horoscope cards

And the fortunes and balls

Outfit so small, saw a portion of drawers

Carrera slide off the track and put the Porsche in the wall

Like skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt

[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]

Which side are you on?

Am I getting warmer? Cause I can't hold on

Are you close to me? Sunset so long

And can you call me? Cause I lost my phone

Should I wait for you? Or should I go home?

I can't function, these drugs are too strong

I'm seeing stars now, but I'm still unknown

Out here alone, sunset so long, so long