Lights Off

作词 : Blake Turnell/Roman Reschke

作曲 : Blake Turnell/Roman Reschke

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on

Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on

Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah

I don't give a f**k about the G s**t

Only give a f**k about a remix

Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down

I'm savin' the Ashes like I was Steve Smith

I got the w**d lit you know how the cash feel

We puffin' on medicinal vac seals

And Young T just came here to puff w**d

We bust beats my brother let the lyrical axe wield

Look b***h I'm movin' the chron grams at

All the women with me got Louis Vuitton handbags

Rap samples pray like a mac handle

This prodigy been poppin' the bottle you better stand back

So where the grams at

I get a second to none my head's buzzed from adrenaline rush

'Cause I been whisperin' the ghost like I'm Jennifer Love

The 420Fam's gettin' it done we straight kill s**t

Headshot brother I'm looking red hot

Currency was lookin' the same colour as Mentos

Scorin' stayin' a free man like Morgan

Ballin' dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch

Guess what You couldn't tell that

MDMA I been poppin' it in a gel cap

Brudda I'm the boy bringin' hell back

On point with the pen so you felt that

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on

Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on

Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah

Hustle on the grind

I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife

So much c*****e here flowin' through her vein

'Cause I'm lookin' at her pupils and they've doubled in the size

Brother I was flyin' now I got a duffel on the side

Brother now I suffer in the mind

Way that I've been livin' got me sinnin' a million miles a minute

I can't even look my mother in the eyes

Nah that ain't a lie tell 'em all I don't wanna die

Brother got the money on the mind

Brudda got the hunnids while the hunnids

I swear that we keep it a hunnid in the club

Yellin' Cuzzy it's a vibe buzzin' off a line

Battle with the fears

I was up and down had to battle with the tears

Never did I quit a lot can happen in a year

F**k now I happen to be here

Homie I put on homie I be LeBron

Winnin' all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers

Homie got a bong quey and the chron

Did 100K with the patty in the rear

Because homie I'm a stoner

Pullin' over nah smack it into gear crack another beer

Have another Vallie over here

Crackin' open Xannies over here with your b***h like

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on

Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna f**k me with the lights on

Yeah so I told her Bring the d**gs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off baby cut the lights off yeah

The reason that the girls liked me was

And I played and I sing and they said Hey man

You you got you got soul in that music

I said Yeah I I play a little bit you know I like

Then he said Man you're really somebody

I said Oh I am

Oh I just got out of jail I don't know what somebody is