busy with what's found a chair, and there a girl with a blank stare a ringing telephone she's muttering alone i don't believe in ghosts stepped into the light
wall I can't ignore this war At the end of it all Who am I living for? I can feel this light that's inside of me Growing fast into a bolt of lightning
-empty, half-full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor
.. [P. Diddy] (Uh-huh, yeah yeah) Yeah, uhh Let's blow the roof off (roof off) let's ride out (ride out) Let's try to put these city lights out (lights
is chrome Dim the lights to a purple haze, then answer the phone Peep the moon through my retractable dome What they thought they assassinated, was only a clone We about to venture off into
saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryin' to get into
in this b-tch going harder than I did watch me do it [Drake - Verse 2] Tryna get the green like I`m waiting at a long light broke just doesn`t suit me
The year Thirty Twenty Two Take part in a grand tradition Your name echoes in the holes of the universe! Believe in yourself! Take your game into outer
Look at all the bull*** I been through So-called beef with you know who F*** a few female stars or two And a blue light, ***, move like Mike, *** Not
the whole world in her pants Walked behind her whispering love songs She started smiling so I handed her this bathing suit And told her try it replied, while with these light
really wanna talk about Good I'm good [Big Sean Verse 1] Pressure, pain, ache, struggle this is my hustle but I do it for the life the love, the lights
like the others Futuristic lover Different DNA They don't understand you Your from a whole other world A different dimension You open my eyes And I'm ready to go Lead me into the light
species I'll crush your two fingers into a million pieces What the fuck do I be thinkin'? Kill, kill, murder And Benjamin Franklin Your girlfriend is into
pistols Like Bruh Man off the fifth flo' See the way the wrist glow, sick flow Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco Hood
that use motors Round the maypole A-hole! We tiptoed into the studio a smidgen past noon Mr. Sparrow, a pidgeon, and Suits the baboon An animal orchestra if you please Suits
use motors Round the maypole A-hole! We tiptoed into the studio a smidgen past noon Mr. Sparrow, a pidgeon, and Suits the baboon An animal orchestra if you please Suits
the Senate's face in, push this generation Of kids to stand and fight for the right to say somethin You might not like, this white hot light That I'm
think you're a backstabber Why I oughtta Stay away from him he ain't no good! [Verse 2:] We got the walkie-talkies to keep us all informed Suited up
