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
freak radio-ah Push it up 'til her antenna show-ah Horny out nipple stereo, AH! What it is, where ya at? Here we go-AH! Double-dare, ante up, tally-ho -ah! Lights down, lights
over I don't care I'm coming back tonight To the bright city lights To the bright city lights To the bright city lights To the bright city lights Oh I love those city lights
busy fighting For a good place under the lighting The new groups are not concerned With what there is to be learned They got Burton suits, ha you think
(Chorus) They wanna see me bleedin' when times get harder grind harder from the bottoms to the suits? on my feet They wanna see me bleedin' My blood's
by ten is gonna have to wait 'Cause we got a Rocket 88 Light years honey that's how far we'll go Let's fire it up and watch the rockets glow Gee suit
a freak down in late night creek Hop up in the coupe,then we cruise throught the streets... Ride to the telly then its straight to the suite Turn the lights
really wanna talk about Good I'm good [Verse 1: Big Sean] Pressure, pain, ache, struggle This is my hustle But I do it for the life The love, the lights
the attitude To be at Fight Club, even Brad had to crack a tooth Stare into the Sun, they try to copy Let your eyes get used to the light because you
, Oh, her true love e'er to be. "Oh daughter, oh daughter, your body I will confine. If none but Jack the sailor would ever suit your mind, Oh, would ever suit
since ninety-two Look at all the bullshit I've been through So-called beef with you know who Fuck a few female stars or two Nigga, blue light, nigga,
like a lemon-lime. My Jane that's my neck of time. a suit as in business guys. Gettin high, and gettin by.. Hit me like a superfly. Cruisin into overdirve
little wine with my folks A bunch of filthy rich niggaz that be grindin the most Bunch of ace of spade models makin champagne toasts And I got, Armani suits
Nothing moves me more than a groove that suits me Nothing suits me more than a groove that boosts me Nothing boosts me more or suites me beautifully
're a best friend then 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 head to
Cause I'm gonna get that shit... You got in the birthday suit ... sexy calling baby Tonight is your night You're the center of the attention in the spot light
your best suit or dress on let's make believe that we are wealthy for just this once lighting firecrackers off on the front lawn as thirty dialogues bleed into
chrome Dim the lights to a purple haze then answer the phone (Hello?) Peep the moon through my retractable dome What they thought they assassinated was only a clone We about to venture off into