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No Lights
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Hip-Hop/Rap
No Lights was released on February 16, 2018 by Majik Ninja Entertainment as a part of the album Last American Rock Stars
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Release DateFebruary 16, 2018
LabelMajik Ninja Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
LARS
LARS
Vocals
Bizarre
Bizarre
Performer
King Gordy
King Gordy
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Waverly Alford Jr
Waverly Alford Jr
Composer
Rufus Johnson
Rufus Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Del
Del
Producer

Lyrics

How y'all doin ladies and gentlemen?
My name is King Berry Gordy
And... I have a story for y'all
You know somebody that went through it
I don't care where you from...
East, West, midwest, South, please listen
Momma why we ain't got no lights?
Why you and auntie fight over a pipe?
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why my brother and his homies always blazin' that indo?
Why they sellin' crack and blowin' up your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school hungry and never clean?
I'm gettin' teased 'cause my clothes smell like kerosene
I see my breath in my own house
I notice the eviction notice on the door so I guess we finna get thrown out
Momma please pay the rent when your next check come
She can barely spit out a word 'cause her mouth is so numb
And big brother I can't believe you
You ridin' in cars with D's to and you know we need food
You sellin' 'cane outta here
Drunk felons hang out in here
You ain't hearing things loud and clear, is you?
You know momma can't take care of us
Face it ****, you our parents, bro
'Cause all our sister wanna do is do her hair and fuck
She's the neighbourhood rat, all the homies hit it
All the hood **** hit it, started yellin' at the trick
Me and her don't even hit it
Her conversation strictly money and ****
So she just be senseless
Never though a **** life would ever be this bold
I shouldn't even be seeing this shit, B, just ten years old
Momma why we ain't got no lights?
Why you and auntie fight over a pipe?
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why my brother and his homies always blazin' that indo?
Why they sellin' crack and blowin' up your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school hungry and never clean?
I'm gettin' teased 'cause my clothes smell like kerosene
My brother's locked up now a **** really out here
Going to school mad as hell 'cause I ain't got no gear
Man, I'm fed up
Don't even know the last time I had a haircut
E, is you feelin' me? But I'm gettin' suspended
'Cause I'm always gettin' defensive
Feelin' offended, swinging on classmates in an instant
Often walking home crying 'cause my pride is dead
So much pain up inside gone take time to heal it
On my way home from school prayin' to lord almighty
That when I get there no one's gon' be fittin' to be fightin'
We'll just leave that shit alone and maybe we'll be alright
But I'll never be okay, 'cause seen too much drugs and violence
I see my auntie and here husband move they stuff in
My mommy, what happened to her friend's checks that she does her drugs with
And when her cash is all gone and her credit is out
My uncle come and take aluminum sidin' off of the house
Momma why we ain't got no lights?
Why you and auntie fight over a pipe?
Why all these roaches at night?
Why my uncle always come and steal every thing in sight?
Why different guys pick up my sister every day of her life?
Why my brother and his homies always blazin' that indo?
Why they sellin' crack and blowin' up your basement window?
Momma why you send me to school hungry and never clean?
I'm gettin' teased 'cause my clothes smell like kerosene
My sisters pregnant with her third baby in three years
I'm thirteen, my mom's still a dope fiend
My brother's outta the pen saying he'll stay clean
No weed or dope sellin', gettin a job with no felon
Two days later when I see him this shit was so funny
Watch him half kill a friend 'cause the bitch owe him money
My momma and auntie takin blows in the kitchen
Beefin' over a piece of a nickel that came up missin'
My uncle all in my brother room, rumblin' through his stuff
Why? Uncle, you know when he get home he fuckin' you up
But what really fucked up, my sister got me babysitting
I acting like I don't know the bitch like she's just some trick
My brother got caught in the crackhouse, they gave him five
Keep lockin' him up lord, just don't take his life
In the end you thought I'd be some thing but I'm not
I'm eighteen years old, sellin' my momma rocks
Written by: Rufus Johnson, Waverly Alford Jr
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