She don't like the lights whoah woh oh She don't, she don't, She don't like the lights Don't wanna share with no one else, Want me to herself She don't like the flash, wanna keep us in the dark She don't like the fame, hated when we're miles apart And

It don't matter, it don't matter It don't matter to me It doesn't matter Now in your big flash motor and your wild reputation You're ready to hit the streets Winking at the boys, yeah heading for the noise Got the world at your feet If leaving me for

The radio, yeah 'Cause you're the girl on the radio The radio, everybody singing 'bout you tonight You're the song on the stereo, the stereo We got you turned up just right It's all rock and roll, and solid gold Flashing lights and rolling smoke Stuck in

I tell niggas to suck my dick, get the fuck out my face 'Cause I don't need 'em 'Cause they're, never around, when I'm down Shot and I'm bleedin' Yeah, it is what it is man Sirens flashin' you know the routine, the crime scene taped off It started out a

Why can't I realize I'm fighting for my life? Woaaaah, Woaaaah! This is like a flashback This is like a dream This is like all the things you can fit inside a memory x2 I'm coming round and now my vision is so clear If I could change my state of mind,

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look

One true religion One real decision One flesh, One bone God works in mysterious ways, mysterious ways Hey, one man one goal ha, one mission One heart one soul just one solution One flash of light yeah, one God, One vision One flesh one bone One voice one

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Get a grip inside) From the day that I was born Sing a song for me, one from Let It Be Open up your eyes, get a grip of yourself inside (You betcha) Flash your pen at the song that I'm singin' Touch down bass livin' on the run Be my

I'm a songwriter My only weapon is my pen And the frame of mind I'm in And the things I flash on everyday They all reflect in what I say Oh yeah, a poet

Yeah, they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one And they’ll tell you now, you’re the lucky one Let me tell you now, you’re the lucky one New to town with a made up name in the Angel city, chasing fortune and fame And the camera flashes, make it look