Lights Please

[Verse 1] Yeah, I had this little bad thing, somethin' like them tens She gave a nigga mad brain, somethin' like The Wiz But, you see, the sad thing fuckin' with her is Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch So I tried to show her about the world And about just who we really are And where we've come and how we still have to go really far Like, "Baby, look at how we live broke on the boulevard" But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra Then all I really want is for her to go down low Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow And all that deep shit I was previously down fo' Replaced by freak shit I am currently down fo' You see I peeped it, pussy is power That proud feelin' we get knowin' that pussy is ours And how it feels to feel that feelin' You feelin' when you be drillin' that shit Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit And all the pain the world cause, she be healin' that shit And naw, that ain't your girl, dog But you be feelin' that chick And you just wanna tell her everything she might need But in the meantime it's lights please

[Chorus] Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

[Verse 2] So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceilin' She say she wanna blow L's, I hear her and I'm willin' But every time I smoke, well, a nigga mind gone So that every word I spoke, well, I'm tryna put her on But she couldn't hear me I told her all about how we been livin' a lie And that they love to see us all go to prison or die Like, "Baby, look at how they show us on the TV screen" But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans Then all I really want is for her to get on top Before you know it, she workin', jerkin' it nonstop And all that next shit I was previously talkin' Is now that wet shit that I'm currently lost in And while that sweat drip, I am reminded All the times my brother told me that pussy is blindin' I'm findin', the more I grow The more y'all seem to stay the same Don't even know the rules, but yet y'all tryna play the game And ain't it shameful how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth To a baby that took two to make? Coward nigga, you a fake How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back Then go start another family? Dawg, what type of shit is that? She said it's okay, rub my head and told me to relax Laid a nigga down proper, like she was recordin' tracks Said "I know you wanna change the world But for the night, please Just reach over and hit the lights please"

[Chorus] Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright Lights please, lights please, turn off the lights For now everything just seems so right And how you make the darkness seem so bright I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

[Outro] Alright, if y'all niggas heard the first one, The Come Up and shit, then you would have heard part 1 of this joint right here. It's "Dead Presidents", you know classic nigga, that's classic Jay shit. So I did it, threw it on the first mixtape, this is about a year ago. We let niggas hear like you know the mixtape whatever, and there was always this one nigga that stuck out to me like a year ago. This nigga's like "yo". like I thought I did my thing on this shit, that was like two of my favorite verses that I did, but he was just like "Yo", like, "Yo you didn't come right man. If you gon' come on Dead Presidents son, you gotta come hard son, you gotta come harder than that son, you gotta come harder than that." I was like, man what you mean I came hard? But, that shit always stuck in my mind, so doing this next, you know, doing this The Warm Up I was like, damn, I gotta get on it again, I gotta do it again. Just almost like, just to prove to that nigga and kinda prove to myself that you I can, I can maybe get a little...

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Taiyo Yamanouchi
Manuale pratico per la scrittura rap
Taccuini, n. 44
2015, pp. 112,
ISBN: 9788875273026
€ 15,00 -5% € 14,25