Yeah, papa got a new Mercedes, he 'bout to teleport

Over the Florida-Georgia line, carryin' metaphors

Take it up to the stage and give 'em hell, yeah, that a boy

Had 'em drippin' in sweat, sippin' Creek Water and smokin' joints

And cold ones, tallboys, not all boys

Families comin' out, I'm generational, oh, boy

So I just ride a Crimson tide waves to the fall shores

From someone down in Texas on the Harley, we hog tours

Yeah, as a baby drank the formula, damn right

Shake it up in the bottle with some whiskey and sleep tight

There must've been the ghost that kept me close way back then

If I was left alone I wasn't safe from abusive hands

But y'all know how it goes, it ain't the story that makes a man

And this man, this man is a story man

I write until I see the light and leave it on for you bright

So you ain't gotta feel that you're the only one healing right

The nightmare, the nightmare is a killer sight

But I killed the nightmare, now I'm making a killing, right?

So until the piper's blowing a bagpipe

I'll be in the darkness, holding a flashlight

Flashlight

Do it again

Do it again

Flashlight

Do it again

Do it again

Flashlight

Do it again (Turn it on)

Flashlight

Do it again (Turn the lights on)

Do it again (Yeah, motherfucker)

Flashlight

Do it again

Do it again (Yelawolf)

Do it again (Yeah)

Flashlight

Do it again (Turn it on)

Do it again (Turn the lights on, motherfucker)

Flashlight

Yeah, like I was sayin'

I use my memory like all the texts and I follow the plan

Pants pocket full of sand, stop it

I used to be terrible, I will make a plan, watchin'

Breakin' in houses just to get nothing but risking my own freedom

To get the respect of my family, I would jump and lead 'em

And lead 'em, that's what I did, lead 'em to suffer

By gettin' locked up for shit when I could've said that I loved 'em

But being young and oblivious to the danger of karma

Shit, being young and oblivious, already got that diploma

And I graduated from the school of livin' in drama

Unnecessarily bringin' home all that heartache, I'm sorry, mama

But if I could go back and change up shit that I did again

I could never be the property to the instrument

The music is just a sentiment

So take a pic and then listen to what I've been through

I sing it to all the rhythm and spirit inside the instrumental

To be influential

In the dark, you're gonna need a spark

So I turn the pen to art

Never limited, I illuminated my heart

Like a—

Flashlight

Flashlight

Do it again

Do it again (Turn it on, yeah)

Do it again

Flashlight

Do it again (Turn it on, yeah)

Do it again (Turn the lights on)

Flashlight

Do it again (Uh)

Do it again (Yeah)

Do it again (Yeah, like a)

Flashlight

Do it again (Turn 'em, turn 'em all on)

Do it again (Let's go)

Flashlight

Flashlight, flashlight, flashlight

Turn it on again, motherfucker

Flashlight

We gotta turn it on again

WLPWR, baby

Gang