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Tilden Parc, Xavy Rusan - Earth (Light It Up) (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tilden Parc
Tilden Parc
Performer
Xavy Rusan
Xavy Rusan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Victoria Alkin
Victoria Alkin
Composer
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Michael Xavier Westerfield
Composer
Louice Lindberg
Louice Lindberg
Composer
Denzil Chambers
Denzil Chambers
Composer
Nickalaus Jackson
Nickalaus Jackson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Louice Lindberg
Louice Lindberg
Producer
Denzil Chambers
Denzil Chambers
Producer

Lyrics

Light it up, light it up I gotta light it up, light it up Way up, way up O-oh, light it up, light it up I gotta light it up, light it up Way up, way up O-oh, o-o-oh, o-oh O-oh, o-o-oh, o-oh Yeah, wave Yeah, look I'm in line with the stars, I'm in sync with the earth Ten toes deep, flower shower from the turf I never switched sides, like Even when I die, I'ma ride for the squad Leather ties in the hurst I've been in a vibe, kinda hard to describe I'm in between "I'm good" and "It's fine" But I'm tired of the grind Then I come alive in the night To realize I'm in the middle of the time of my life I'm never so packed for the stack Never lied on a rap, got it back from the way that I ride it Queen look enticing Who that I survived, doing 80 to the house Then I hit it to the sky Changed, haters on a tirade Talking to the crib and their face be still, like that hate stuff fade We all want the same We all want a mill and a safe, I want to live Like I'm trying to enlighten it Just build from my lips, feel Bit from the bit, take a sip 'till I pass out I'm trying to get grip, but it don't make sense 'Cause you can lose life on this fast route Yeah, turned thoughts to a cash cow I might flip that to the glass house I don't need the accolades I'm in love with the chase I just want to eat, set a spot at the table Beast with the slack, put myself on the map You long with the wave, but we knowin' that it's cap Five hour flights, couple nights at the flat To be real, kept me seein' makin' moves where I'm at I'm still on the grind last time? that I checked Burning down the stage, keep the demons away When I write to give a piece of myself to the page I don't do it for the praise, love, this just ain't how I'm made See the truth in the glass in the mirror Til', yeah Threw it at me, old man tryin' to pass on the fear You're the first one to talk, but the last one to hear Eyes blurry, but I couldn't see the ass in the clear, damn Start to feel like I'm on one Start to land, I be for the long run I'm a slave for the cash, got snakes in the grass No brakes on that, but it's all fun We done seen it all, heard it all Heard enough, give me space before I murder y'all Ten bad bitches here, I'ma curve 'em all Twelve missed calls and I still made a curtain call Here to light it up, lighten up Here I'm talking ain't right enough, tighten up Everything that I came for I left with I don't bank sets, I just bang on the set list Don't pass up, but when I came for the breakfast Put me in your prayers I might put you on the guest list Y'all niggers' reckless Gold in my soul, got the same on my necklace Light it up, light it up I gotta light it up, light it up Way up, way up O-oh, light it up, light it up I gotta light it up, light it up Way up, way up O-oh, o-o-oh, o-oh O-oh, o-o-oh, o-oh Light it up, light it up I gotta light it up, light it up Way up, way up O-oh, light it up, light it up I gotta light it up, light it up Way up, way up
Writer(s): Nickalaus Jackson, Victoria Alkin, Louice Lindberg, Denzil Chambers, Michael Xavier Westerfield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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