Getting over the worst shit ever and timed it well
Private property Friday night in August
When it's hotter than hell
The kids, they were babbling just like his
The name of my accompanying friend is not important at all
But no, I never, met or even seen him before
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
You can hear
Hey who is lurking for you now
He's in the front seat ducking down
While I'm searching for leaf clovers, little nervous because
The church servicе in the atrium
When the lights turn on, lights turn on
(Lights turn on, lights turn on)
Thеre's a security guard, security guard
Cars
Oh-oh-oh
(Lights turn on, lights turn on
Security guard)
Swept up all the charcoal dust for the fingerprints
Maybe under the wrong impression
So we had things that they want, all the items ya bought
Hey what you wanna know, two detectives on the patio
Hey, can the lights turn off, lights turn off
(Lights turn off, lights turn off)
A bunch of cops in the yard, cars on the lawn
(Cops in the yard)
I saw the lights turn on, lights turn off
(Lights turn on, lights turn off)
Too many cops in the yard, cars on the lawn
(Cops in the yard)
Cars
(I saw the lights turn on, lights turn off
Cops in the yard)
Killing time with the small talk, sweating over the shotgun
Think that I could be making this shit up
It's not like me at all but not impossible
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on
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