Been poppin' Foldin' this money, can't make a knot How not? High on moon rock Y'all still locked After 12, we hit the gate and flood the spot 6 of them are thots No lights, this ice, it blinds Clothes hit the mall, we buy the whole thing Big gas, it's

Saint Anger 'round my neck I'm madly in anger with you! You flush it out, you flush it out He never gets respect Fuck it all and fuckin' no regrets I hit the lights on these dark sets And I need to set my anger free I need a voice to let myself To let

It's a bonfire, turn the lights out I'm burnin' everything you muthafuckas talk about Okay, it's Childish Gambino, homegirl drop it like the NASDAQ Move white girls like there's coke up my asscrack Move black girls cause, man, fuck it, I'll do either I

And the lights all went out in Massachusetts Feel I'm goin' back to Massachusetts Something's telling me I must go home The day I left her standing on her own Tried to hitch a ride to San Francisco Gotta do the things I wanna do They brought me back to

B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets She's got electric boots a mohair suit Oh but they're weird and they're wonderful You know I read it in a magazine, oh Hey kids, shake it loose together The spotlight's hitting something that's been known to change the weather

I guess it's all alright I got nothing left inside of my chest, But it's all alright Yeah, it's all alright A good reason to go And I know, oh no, Yeah it's all alright Well I got the call soon as the day hit night As soon as the headlights lit up the

These will be the years The lights will all appear But now they're mine The sun hits like a bullet of faith And then suddenly I'm wide awake Fake bliss, our apologies made Was an enemy with no escape My hands were tied

You're all that's left to hold on to I'm hanging on I'm still waiting In Red Hill town The lights go down on Red Hill From father to son The blood runs thin See faces frozen still

Tell me how this story ends The red lights mean you're leaving The white one's mean returning And I'll keep them fires burning The headlights look like diamonds The taillights burn like coals Before the fires go cold The countryside's deserted There's no

I just wanna freak you with the lights on Girl, you know you bad Like the mic's on right Hope you don't mind I keep my Nikes on, right We can film it all on my IPhone 5 Let me hit in the front Let me hit in the back now To the middle of the club