The Lights

Block out the light Block out the light Block out the light Block out the light Short But it ain't the summertime, baby Yeah, sunglasses on U B raised by the tiny little brains Of the people who can't even lift a finger to get off the trigger Shit, damn I keep forgetting I don't have to keep that pistol under my stomach Because for every day we keep away The traitors and the failures We get bigger, better, faster, stronger You get tricks That shit's for kids But your kids even see right past through your shizz Take a spoonful of sugar, bitch Your medicine go down Keep on praying that your lord and God might come right down and blow me hard I get it You don't really like it It's not your thing But come to think of it, Ryan... I remember that the last time We all took the train to David's You got really drunk and took your hands And tried to put them down my pants I said that I would never, ever, ever tell a single soul But that was all before I saw my multi-million dollar goal So now would probably be the time to sit right down and say goodbye Cuz in a few seconds, your ass is mine Block out the light Close your eyes, shut 'em tight Block out the light Close your eyes, shut 'em tight Block out the light Close your eyes, shut 'em tight Block out the light Close your eyes, shut 'em tight Block out the light Block out the light Block out the light Block out the light Block out the light Block out the light