Lights Off

(álbum: The Octagon - 2020)

[Lil Dijon:]
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

[ChillinIt:]
I don't give a fuck about the G shit, argh
Only give a fuck about a remix
Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down
I'm saving the ashes like I was Steve Smith
I got the weed lit, you know how the cash feel
We puffing on medicinal vac seals
And Young T just came here to puff weed
We bust beats, my brother let the lyrical axe wield
Look, bitch, I'm moving the chron grams at
All the women with me got Louis Vuitton handbags
Rap samples, pray like a mac handle
This prodigy been popping the bottle, you better stand back
So where the grams at?
I get a second to none, my head's buzzed from adrenaline rush
'Cause I been whispering the ghost like I'm Jennifer Love
The 420 fam's getting it done, we straight kill shit
Headshot, brother, I'm looking red hot
Currency was looking the same colour as Mentos
Scoring, staying a free man like Morgan
Balling, dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch
Guess what? You couldn't tell that
MDMA, I been popping it in a gel cap
Brudda, I'm the boy bringing hell back (Argh)
On point with the pen, so you felt that

[Lil Dijon:]
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

[ChillinIt:]
Hustle on the grind
I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife
So much cocaine here, flowing through her vein
'Cause I'm looking at her pupils and they've doubled in the size
Brother, I was flying, now I got a duffel on the side
Brother, now I suffer in the mind
Way that I be living got me sinning a million miles a minute
I can't even look my mother in the eyes
Nah, that ain't a lie, tell 'em all, "I don't wanna die"
Brother, got the money on the mind
Brudda, got the hunnids while the hunnids
I swear that we keep it a hunnid in the club
Yelling, "Cuzzy, it's a vibe"
Buzzing off a line, battle with the fears
I was up and down, had to battle with the tears
Never did I quit, a lot can happen in a year
Fuck, now I happen to be here
Homie, I put on, homie, I be LeBron
Winning all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers
Homie got a bong, quey and the chron
Did a hundred K with the patty in the rear
Because homie, I'm a stoner (Argh)
Pulling over, nah, smack it into gear
Crack another beer, have another Vallie over here
Cracking open Xannies over here with your bitch like

[Lil Dijon:]
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah
All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone
But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on
Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone
And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

The reason that the girls liked me was
And I played and I sing and they said, "Hey, man
You, you got, you got soul in that music"
I said, "Yeah, I, I play a little bit, you know, I like mu—"
Then he said, "Man, you're really somebody"
I said, "Oh, I am?
Oh, I just got out of jail, I don't know what somebody is"