Bright Lights
(The grim reaper has arrived)
I don't lie, I just want you for maybe one night (ay)
Say she want me bad, but I push her to the side
Missed your ride, now your man's seeing bright lights (ay)
Hit him with the right, no sleep this night (ay)
I was tryna ball out in LA but I'm not no Kobe
I hit from the back, she act like she don't know me
I don't need the time but I'll ice out my Rollie
She play me like SONY, I play her like Xbox
Tell that bitch to kick rocks
Wet you like jizz socks
Hop in a Bentley then drop, the top off
Hop in a Bentley, hop in a Jag
That bitch want pipe for the bag
Count up commas, I can brag, book a flight, jet lag
And I gеt no sleep, 'cause my mind's too awake
When I look at my commеnts it's like ten percent hate
And I barely got friends, 'cause they all so fake
Missed an assignment, ten percent late
Aw damn
C'mon Mr. Smith
How you- how you gonna do me like that
Yeah what the fuck
I was only ten percent late
Well Daniel, you've got to make it on time
How are you gonna fail me
So mean
Fuck you Mr. Smith
I don't lie, I just want you for maybe one night (ay)
Say she want me bad, but I push her to the side
Missed your ride, now your man's seeing bright lights (ay)
Hit him with the right, no sleep this night (ay)
I don't lie, I just want you for maybe one night (ay)
Say she want me bad, but I push her to the side
Missed your ride, now your man's seeing bright lights (ay)
Hit him with the right, no sleep this night (ay)
I was tryna ball out in LA but I'm not no Kobe
I hit from the back, she act like she don't know me
I don't need the time but I'll ice out my Rollie
She play me like SONY, I play her like Xbox
Tell that bitch to kick rocks
Wet you like jizz socks
Hop in a Bentley then drop, the top off
Hop in a Bentley, hop in a Jag
That bitch want pipe for the bag
Count up commas, I can brag, book a flight, jet lag
And I gеt no sleep, 'cause my mind's too awake
When I look at my commеnts it's like ten percent hate
And I barely got friends, 'cause they all so fake
Missed an assignment, ten percent late
Aw damn
C'mon Mr. Smith
How you- how you gonna do me like that
Yeah what the fuck
I was only ten percent late
Well Daniel, you've got to make it on time
How are you gonna fail me
So mean
Fuck you Mr. Smith
I don't lie, I just want you for maybe one night (ay)
Say she want me bad, but I push her to the side
Missed your ride, now your man's seeing bright lights (ay)
Hit him with the right, no sleep this night (ay)
Credits
Writer(s): Moritz Daniel
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