LIGHTS OUT ft. Lostboy Carlos Lyrics

Nice work, Yoli

Lights out, can't see on em

Excel, That's me on em

Lotta noise, can't sleep on me

I just told them imma drop the beat on em

Black box, that's Owens please

Sun setting over by the sea

No dreams out of courtesy

I be tossing I be turning in my sleep

They talking bout good sleep man

I don't even got a bed homie

Bedtime stories then

I don't think that I read homie

I might just drop dead had like 30 bucks for the week homie

I be living in the basement plugged in with the good reef homie

Reef on me, Lot of it, smoking it made me a activist

Keef on me, nice, for my watch I look twice

Got a hers, but she asking for mine

Got a ten, but I'd rather have nine

Don't go to the party sad, man you always a part of the night

Didn't have me a barney dad, never drank purple but I might

My opps never saw me sad, they'll keep on dreaming at night

Night yeah, into the night yeah

Speak to myself, roll up a spliff, into the light yeah

Light yeah

Lights out, can't see on em

Excel, That's me on em

Lotta noise, can't sleep on me

I just told them imma drop the beat on em

Black box, that's Owens please

Sun setting over by the sea

No dreams out of courtesy

I be tossing I be turning in my sleep

I was fucking on this bitch with the lights out

Sippin lean with the slimes, almost blacked out

Say that you part of the gang, what you talkin bout

I got muhfukers who ready to go and gon crash out

Say you gon do shit but never do it

Ran up a check and I fucking blew it

This shit is part of the plan and I know it

The top is my mission I'm going for it

Tu me verras pas lack, chu toujours avec le gang

Jamais j'aurais pensé get paid avec mon pain

Dix-sept mille en cash, j'investis sur une chain

Tout ce que j'veux c'est le cash, give a fuck bout the fame

Mon 20 ready pour turn up tonight

Tu portes gucci, louis et tu penses que t'es tight

Ta shawty on me, c'est mon swag qu'elle a bite

Mon mode de vie c'est talk shit on the mic

The fuck am I gonna do if I ain't rich

J'ai besoin de money, c'est mon seul wish

Once you go up, y'en a plusieurs qui switch

Monte le volume cuz this shit bout to blitz

Lights out, can't see on em

Excel, That's me on em

Lotta noise, can't sleep on me

I just told them imma drop the beat on em

Black box, that's Owens please

Sun setting over by the sea

No dreams out of courtesy

I be tossing I be turning in my sleep

No dreams out of courtesy

I be tossing I be turning in my sleep