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Tyla Yaweh

Lighters Up

 

Lighters Up

(album: Heart Full Of Rage 2 - 1984)


[Tyla Yaweh:]
Smoke so high that it hides the flames
Gang full of misfits, hiding away
You don't even know that someone died today
On your block, on your block, on your block
But we're still here
Making the most of a bad year
Wondering how we got back here
I wanna know if we're all clear
Put some friends in the ground, now I'm pushing the ceiling
I don't know if it's my time, but I'ma know when I feel it
Came so far from the block and I upgraded the Civic
Town house in the city, let me paint you this image

Lighters up
Down bad, now I party with my idols
No fear, so I try to take the high road
But we gon' set this bitch up on arrival
Lighters up
Down bad, now I party with my idols
No fear, so I try to take the high road
But we gon' set this bitch up on arrival

[DeJ Loaf:]
I miss my dawg, in March, he get sentenced
Hoping the judge don't fail him, in the jurisdict' with him
I tried to blame you, but you're the reason for my drinking
You're the cause of my pain, you're the reason I'm in Venice, ayy
And everyone won't live a long lifespan
So let's fall deep in love just like quicksand
Can't get in heaven with a wristband
Like a line at a club and you tryna get in
I don't want fake love
Love is the type of shit that get you killed for nothing
No, no, no, no, no
Got my head up high and one hand on the Bible
Party 'til the sun
I know how fires work
Let's show them our fireworks (Whoa)
Say, I know how fires work (Whoa)

[Tyla Yaweh:]
Lighters up
Down bad, now I party with my idols
No fear, so I try to take the high road
But we gon' set this bitch up on arrival
Lighters up
Down bad, now I party with my idols
No fear, so I try to take the high road
But we gon' set this bitch up on arrival

Lighters up

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