You only hold me up like this Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness 'Cause all of our moves make up for the silence Like I'll never be the same 'Cause you don't know who I really am And oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase I've got

Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones An ice cold beer sittin' in the console Memory lane up in the headlights Has got me reminiscing on the good times I'm turning off the real life, driving, that's right Smoke rollin' out the window Yeah I'm chilling

What tonight looks like Yeah, what my baby told me Oh, what my baby told me She said "I likes my big daddy, but I'm crazy about his Pontiac" We gon' drive out on the highway, turn the bright lights on Oh, driving on the highway, and he cut the bright

Daylight come and we don't wanna go home Dayo, me say dayo Yeah so, we losin' control Turn the lights low 'cause we about to get blown Let the club shut down (We won't go, oh, oh, oh) From the window (from the window) To the wall (to the wall) This club

I can't fake the daytime Found an entrance to escape into the dark Got false lights for the sun It's an artificial nocturne All that I believe I'm as fucked up as they say An outsider's escape for a broken heart I'm just as fucked up as they say

I think about you, you you, you you I think about you every morning when I open my eyes I think about you every evening when I turn out the lights I think about you every moment, every day of my life You're on my mind all the time, it's true I think

Is a waterfall Every teardrop is a waterfall I turn the music up, I got my records on I shut the world outside until the lights come on Maybe the streets alight, maybe the trees are gone I feel my heart start beating to my favourite song

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

And nothing ever did feel so real but this time My time, my mind is gone, turn the lights back on Baby I’m in the next room but is it gonna be long 'Til I see you again At the coffin Have a great flight outta here, I suppose But you must go, I suppose So

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)