I got the answer This ain't a party Get off the dance floor You want the get down Here comes the gang war You're doing alright 'Cause all the good times If we were all like you in the end So hit the lights I'll do it again

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

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

For once I want to be the car crash Not always, just the traffic jam Hit me hard enough to wake me And lead me wild to your dark roads Headlights, before me So beautiful, so clear Reach out, and take it 'Cause I'm so tired of all this fear

Hit the lights Let the music move you Lose yourself tonight Let the moment take you Lose control tonight It's a mad, mad world It's a perfect world When you go all the way

Smoke it out Don't let em get me Here we go! Pack your bags we gotta leave this town for good Don't complain, I've never done these things before Flashing lights in the rearview, hit the gas If one things for sure- I will be going fast! Step on the gas

At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh **** on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here baby! It's what you all been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper for damn

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto I'm from the motherfucking slums where the cops don't come Turn the lights on and the bugs don't run You ain't shit without no gun In the ghetto (ghetto) Ghetto (ghetto)

Man, don't play with the pussy like a banjo And all the hoes in the party hit the dance floor Pull up, nigga creeping Colder than a motherfucker, guess it's ho season (bitch) Shorty got that ass, baby girl it's nice to meet you With these lights off,