Lights

Getting over the worst shit ever and timed it well
Private property Friday night in August
When it's hotter than hell
The kids, they were babbling just like his
The name of my accompanying friend is not important at all
But no, I never met or even seen him before

Hey, who
Is lurking for you now?
He's in the front seat ducking down
While I'm searching for leaf clovers
Little nervous because
The church servicе in the atrium

When the lights turn on, lights turn on
(Lights turn on, lights turn on)
Thеre's a security guard, security guard
Cars
Cars
(Lights turn on, lights turn on)
(Security guard)

Swept up all the charcoal dust for the fingerprints
Maybe under the wrong impression
So we had things that they want
And all the items ya bought
Hey, what you wanna know?
Two detectives on the patio

Hey, can the lights turn off? Lights turn off
(Lights turn off, lights turn off)
A bunch of cops in the yard, cars on the lawn
(Cops in the yard)

I saw the lights turn on, lights turn off
(Lights turn on, lights turn off)
Too many cops in the yard, cars on the lawn
(Cops in the yard, cars on the lawn)
Cars
(I saw the lights turn on, lights turn off)
(Cops in the yard)

Killing time with the small talk
Sweating over the shotgun
Think that I could be making this shit up
It's not like me at all
But not impossible

Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Bridwell
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