Bright Lights
Bright lights right up on my face
Too many eyes, relocate
Home look like we doctors now
But no patience we don't wait
Cannot trust the ones around
I been pickin' em outta state
Pickin' up lemons life hand out
Bite that apple, skin that snake
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Back and forth like see
Saw what I became and they came and they came for me
I throw money at it it's the same, ain't no make believe
But it do fill the vacancies, cinnamon she roll bakery
Little man keep your head up this world's never been the place to be
Bad ones quote me faithfully, while tryna cheat their family tree
Fan of me, or a fan of whatever they think I'll be
Safe to say, we ain't saving much, sure ain't saving me
Now
Bright lights right up on my face
Too many eyes, relocate
Home look like we doctors now
But no patience we don't wait
Cannot trust the ones around
I been pickin' em outta state
Pickin' up lemons life hand out
Bite that apple, skin that snake
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Up and down like the bridges I burned
When I learned they were letting in thieves
Save some fire for the leeches waiting 'til I sleep in
Hoping they can feast
I feel the weight of falling right under my feet
The fruit that's now in reach, bittersweet when it's all you ever eat
Bright lights right up on my face
Too many eyes, relocate
Home look like we doctors now
But no patience we don't wait
Cannot trust the ones around
I been pickin' em outta state
Pickin' up lemons life hand out
Bite that apple, skin that snake
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Too many eyes, relocate
Home look like we doctors now
But no patience we don't wait
Cannot trust the ones around
I been pickin' em outta state
Pickin' up lemons life hand out
Bite that apple, skin that snake
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Back and forth like see
Saw what I became and they came and they came for me
I throw money at it it's the same, ain't no make believe
But it do fill the vacancies, cinnamon she roll bakery
Little man keep your head up this world's never been the place to be
Bad ones quote me faithfully, while tryna cheat their family tree
Fan of me, or a fan of whatever they think I'll be
Safe to say, we ain't saving much, sure ain't saving me
Now
Bright lights right up on my face
Too many eyes, relocate
Home look like we doctors now
But no patience we don't wait
Cannot trust the ones around
I been pickin' em outta state
Pickin' up lemons life hand out
Bite that apple, skin that snake
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Up and down like the bridges I burned
When I learned they were letting in thieves
Save some fire for the leeches waiting 'til I sleep in
Hoping they can feast
I feel the weight of falling right under my feet
The fruit that's now in reach, bittersweet when it's all you ever eat
Bright lights right up on my face
Too many eyes, relocate
Home look like we doctors now
But no patience we don't wait
Cannot trust the ones around
I been pickin' em outta state
Pickin' up lemons life hand out
Bite that apple, skin that snake
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Pour some water on me (every day)
Pour some gas up on the flame (what a waste)
Credits
Writer(s): Derek W Hurd
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