Artist/Band:
Yelawolf
Lyrics for Song: Light Switch
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Yelawolf
Gold teeth on my silver spoon, fuck the face on that paint job
Fuck your boys from the pin up goons, white folks that you can't drop
Yeah, that quarantine, sipping this both, we both for same highs
Get way with that stretch bad pentagram for my paint box
Levi's from a thrift shop, Busta Rhymes on my feet, fuck
That exactly know real, now play stuck in my keats, what?
Mouth's all in that JOB, flame dipped on that cheeba cheeba
Six popping that game of yours, me closing these green Adidas
Grass ain't for no pop home, carpet pass for them M80's
Drug pills in my watch like it's no dope or this gin daily
This dope, tripped out, tied out, brain fried
Mouthful, lips out, mushrooms, stack trot
Back working that overdose, got a half that owe me the crystal ball
Young girls in the web trap, brain washed like I'm vegetable
Take some of this blood soon, can't fuck with just me and you
Blood pass with that 22, witchcraft and the bitches blew, yeah
Light switch, head down
Baby, shut the motherfucking pyro
Ain't that a bitch? Fuck y'all
Gotta get my neighbor on just to make a call
Light switch, fuck y'all
I'mma grab a gold pen, I'mma write it all
That's right bitch, I'mma turn it on
Looking at this shit it's like click to a light switch
I do my long nights with the top on it
Drink it down till the spit bad
Mad the action up floorboards
Role models can't get that
My whole model is just left
Laugh it off and just get mad
Either way I'm up on the roof
Think I'mma golf, throw bricks at
Antarctica's in my genes, middle fingers and pipe bombs
That tower stay in 13 with no damn , right mom?
Bitches walk on that tattered rim
Free songs to my white males
Our truth to this lost world
Rotate till I fight real
Give thanks to the microwave
I'm a chef and I'm home alone
Try to cook a banana peel
For me your baby just smoked on
Tin foil with a big pin makes no smoke, good smoke
Before the damsel was paint in red
Oh wait, more than one way to use a Colt
Scopes over them crossed bones
There's no face to vibe us all
Clubber talking that deep south
Go pop pills like Pyro
Don't speak Spanish, they can't manage
Crime watching them fine cops
In the back suit with the mad life
Leaving dope boys in the pile box
Light switch, head down
Baby, shut the motherfucking pyro
Ain't that a bitch? Fuck y'all
Gotta get my neighbor on just to make a call
Light switch, fuck y'all
I'mma grab a gold pen, I'mma write it all
That's right bitch, I'mma turn it on
Looking at this shit it's like click to a light switch
Trench coats in the hallway
That doorman's gotta know I'm gone
But when Pac left with them safe keys
That empty gap is a short draw
Babies all in that grave sight
Tears drop on that Jesus piece
Bad flows, Johnny Cash
From Pac style and you leave in peace
My stripes red stripes
White stores, blue night
That bed is open, them trailer park
Some bitch flashing them blue lights
Psychological motherfucker
Power trip and they best look down
Statue go with a steel cage
Finna make a grown man act a clown
Tight threads on them, grab a rose
Old school with them rusty goods
Baby seats full of crystal meth
High rich but the money's good
Show sticks and then pops his hair
Pour the liquor, smoke by the case
Watching over this in my land
Tilt the butt, nothing goes to waste
Bridge trapping the nation's bid
Oh how they just savor it
Hoods dropping like fly shit
They got a plan for you, just wait for it
That statue was a major bitch
But man, I feel liberated
Took this shit like a dome beater
I had a while, I innovated
Light switch, head down
Baby, shut the motherfucking pyro
Ain't that a bitch? Fuck y'all
Gotta get my neighbor on just to make a call
Light switch, fuck y'all
I'mma grab a gold pen, I'mma write it all
That's right bitch, I'mma turn it on
Looking at this shit it's like click to a light switch
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