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Lighthouse

 

Lighthouse

(album: Love & Anchors - 2014)


Hey
Yeah
Shoutouts to my
Uh, check it

I need a lighthouse (What?), I need a lighthouse (Aye)
Last night in our home they turned our lights out
Damn, black people and bills
And if we make it out the hood, it's black Beverly Hills
I'm back to square one, but it's feeling more like a circle
Attraction's the greatest magnet, even to the things that hurt you
The plot, pretty plain, 'cause pain don't have a curfew
I know you going insane, it's strange, but not a virtue
I love you to death, but I died last night
And all that's left is a corpse, but it's pride on the mic
Wore my heart on my sleeve, now I'm rocking tank tops
If love is Photoshop, you're repeatedly cropped out
I am bitter, I am lonely (I am lonely)
But the kid in the lighthouse doesn't know me (Doesn't know me)
Damn, or doesn't recognize the truth ([?])
But I am him grown up, he is me as a youth ([?])
I showed him my forearm, my charm had no use (No use)
'Cause he showed me his, and it didn't have tattoos (No tattoos)
I wanted to hang out, but I didn't know what to do
'Cause now I drink away my sorrows, and he wouldn't approve (Damn)
In a sense, it's militant
Since his eyes don't know the extent of growing up
So can I judge him (Him), or can he judge me? (Me)
Still got the same forehead, am I ugly? Like
I need a lighthouse, I need a lighthouse
My mom thinking white pages, I'm thinking White House
Much bigger, much bigger than right now
I never played ball, but I got caramel like I foul
I rock, get a peep of the eyebrow
My part time job sucks dick, but I smile
'Cause I need a lighthouse to show me the way
When I'm enlightened, like lightning on a thunderous day
Frightened, moved from Rhode Island, 'cause I needed escape
Now I'm stranded as Tom Hanks as in Castaway
Or Cassius Clay, rather go to jail than the army (Jail)
'Cause yellow's the only color that suits me when I'm sparring (Yellow raincoats)
I wonder if Heaven got a suburbs (What?)
Full of white kids who like rap and say the N word (Probably do)
And did they struggle like I struggled when I'm living? (Nah)
New York's only honest creature seems to be a pigeon (Nah, nah, nah)

Nah, nah, nah

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