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LIGHTS OUT

GENRE

[Intro]
[?]

[Chorus]
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Stabbed until his eyes go lights out (Lights out)
Blood gon' rush, I need this flood
This rush gon' put his lights out (Lights out)
Pussy at my door, he sus
I say I put his lights out (Lights out)
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out

[Verse 1]
Blood rush on the face
Rushing out I feel a case
Pleading on the fifth, I smoke my cigs
This time don't hit the same (This time don't hit the same)
Face up off my dick, I keep this gun loaded
Strapped to my waist (To my waist)
Murder on my mind, until
I feel his blood drip down my face (Down my face)

[Chorus]
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Stabbed until his eyes go lights out (Lights out)
Blood gon' rush, I need this flood
This rush gon' put his lights out (Lights out)
Pussy at my door, he sus
I say I put his lights out (Lights out)
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out

[Verse 2]
[?]

[Outro]
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out (Lights out)
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out (Lights out)
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out (Lights out)
Lights out, lights out, lights out
Lights out, lights out, lights out, lights out

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[Chorus: SEBii]
Okay like blackjack, blackjack, I don't wanna tap that
Eating so good yeah, I've been getting fat cash
Back that, back that, back it up, I tap that
I can see you smoking on some loud, you gotta pass that
Yeah, you gotta pass that, racks, yeah, we stack that
Think you are so funny, I'ma let 'em play the laugh track
I be gettin' fast cash, do it on a Cash App
Yeah, she so bad and you know I'm 'bout to bag that

Play with the kitty, go "Purr," I just be slurring my words
Go to the store, I'ma splurge, she needs to fight the urge to
Kiss me, kiss me, I know that she miss me
Every time she call me on the phone, I know she tipsy

[Verse 1: SEBii]
Are you feeling frisky? Sippin' on this whiskey
Heard you fall in love with artists, well, I go to RISD
Spin like a frisbee, sniper, 360
They think I am so cold, they all wanna be me
Rich and famous, maybe
Fast and dangerous, yeah, save me
I got all these racks, I got these bands
She told me that she don't understand
[Bridge: kuru]
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go
Go, go

[Verse 2: kuru]
I been bored up on my lone, they like to call me a lil' liar
I been smokin' on this wood too much, bro, I could cause a fire
I could skip a step like right, right now but I'd rather get me a lil' higher
But I'd rather get me in my zone, I see me a band and I gotta acquire

[Chorus: SEBii]
Okay like blackjack, blackjack, I don't wanna tap that
Eating so good yeah, I've been getting fat cash
Back that, back that, back it up, I tap that
I can see you smoking on some loud, you gotta pass that
Yeah, you gotta pass that, racks, yeah, we stack that
Think you are so funny, I'ma let 'em play the laugh track
I be gettin' fast cash, do it on a Cash App
Yeah, she so bad and you know I'm 'bout to bag that

[Verse 3: kuru]
This shit like blackjack, I just lost me a thousand dollars
Got too many sons, swear to God, I'm the fuckin' father
Say you dropped a hot new song, I guess mine a lil' hotter
If me and Seb hop in a function, got Dolce Gabana my collar