Lights, Cameras ft. Matt Gantos Lyrics

Camera

Late night making movies she gone put me on a camera

Can you see the vision I can put it on a canvas

See it with your own eyes I can't make this shit on Canva

Brighter than a moonlight I can see you having flashes

Lights, cameras

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Wipe your tears when you hop on board what you waiting for

I was in the coupe pitch black with the brand new rims what you race me for

You can't tell but I'm high as hell

Girl I been had bread but I need some more

I was down bad, but I ain't text back

With all I had I was high on tour

Ain't have love but they hate me more

Better ask that boy what he knew me for

Talk that shit better up that stick

Most of these niggas don't want no more

Roll with the gang he's an opp for sure

On the road with the thing let it pop for sure

How many bands? you want that to move forward

Treat the whip like a plane get fly on board

We rent out the condo feel like it's our own

Baby if the price is right we could take it back to your home

She trying do me for a hour long she hypnotize gone

Even if we in some different time zones send them pics to my phone

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Baby can you make me someone you'll be a fan of

Stack them bands of benjis and count em in a phantom

Love won't ever make me doubt everything I'm man of

Eyes of the beholder me and you getting right on camera

On camera

On camera

And I

Can't stand ya

But can't let her

Tell me just to man up

But won't let up

And I'm

In a constant cycle of hysteria

And I'm loving our reflection in the mirror

Don't care of

What they say bout us cause I can't hear em

Switching out positions stay to long time get a cramp up

Don't you see the both us together get a pan of

Steady counting losses

Do better baby toss it

Got content fucking with lames cause she ain't been around no bosses

Polo neck crosses

Yves Saint Laurent cross kit

No time for us to fight

Whatever you want, buy before they stock it

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