Strobe Lights
(专辑: Last Train To Paris - 2010)
[Lil Wayne] Love is the
party, my heart is such a
disco ball She's inline waiting My guest list too long I
told her I
would love her Lover her as forever Forever's just a
word I
put words together Stepping on the
stars, she pause and I
know that One day this show will end, applause The
strobe lights are dancing We've taken all the
chances She question what we are And I'll drink to the
answer cause My heart is out of service My eyes turn black I
don't see love anymore I'm blind to the
fact I
got the
world in my pocket cause I
ain't tryna drop it The
sky is at my neck, so I
turn up my collar My world spin around her Cause its a
whirl without her When you know, like I
know When the
sunlight falls down There she goes Strobe lights dance with the
stars And I
just can't live without her And she know what she knows And the
rain is coming down My heart is closed. I
know she knows Strobe lights dance with the
stars And I
always take my time And when the
lights fade The
lights they turn grey Bitch you don't love me no more I'm at the
end babe Going the
wrong way And I
don't know where to go I'm on a
new way Tomorrows too late Bitch you don't love me more You got me standing on the
verge [Lil Wayne] Love create wars, I
got wounds and scars Th strobe lights are dancing Dancing with the
stars But what happened to ours What happened because The
rain is coming down Now we trapped in the
storm I
step right out of her spotlight And into the
strobe lights I
don't need your light I
know, I
know, I
know That you're no good I
know, I
know, I
know That you make me, come back for more Come back for more Everytime I
try, I
can't get away I
know the
love is gone tomorrow And the
lights they fade away Your lies You keep beggin me, begging me Please don't go And when the
lights fade The
lights they turn grey Bitch you don't love me no more I'm at the
end babe Going the
wrong way And I
don't know where to go I'm on a
new way Tomorrows too late Bitch you don't love me more You got me standing on the
verge