Yelawolf

Yelawolf - Light Switch lyrics

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Gold teeth on my silver spoon, fuck the face on that paint job

Fuck your boys from the pin up goons, white folks that you can’t drop

Yeah, that quarantine, sipping this both, we both for same highs

Get way with that stretch bad pentagram for my paint box

Levi’s from a thrift shop, Busta Rhymes on my feet, fuck

That exactly know real, now play stuck in my keats, what?

Mouth’s all in that JOB, flame dipped on that cheeba cheeba

Six popping that game of yours, me closing these green Adidas

Grass ain’t for no pop home, carpet pass for them M80’s

Drug pills in my watch like it’s no dope or this gin daily

This dope, tripped out, tied out, brain fried

Mouthful, lips out, mushrooms, stack trot

Back working that overdose, got a half that owe me the crystal ball

Young girls in the web trap, brain washed like I’m vegetable

Take some of this blood soon, can’t fuck with just me and you

Blood pass with that 22, witchcraft and the bitches blew, yeah

Light switch, head down

Baby, shut the motherfucking pyro

Ain’t that a bitch? Fuck y’all

Gotta get my neighbor on just to make a call

Light switch, fuck y’all

I’mma grab a gold pen, I’mma write it all

That’s right bitch, I’mma turn it on

Looking at this shit it’s like click to a light switch

I do my long nights with the top on it

Drink it down till the spit bad

Mad the action up floorboards

Role models can’t get that

My whole model is just left

Laugh it off and just get mad

Either way I’m up on the roof

Think I’mma golf, throw bricks at

Antarctica’s in my genes, middle fingers and pipe bombs

That tower stay in 13 with no damn , right mom?

Bitches walk on that tattered rim

Free songs to my white males

Our truth to this lost world

Rotate till I fight real

Give thanks to the microwave

I’m a chef and I’m home alone

Try to cook a banana peel

For me your baby just smoked on

Tin foil with a big pin makes no smoke, good smoke

Before the damsel was paint in red

Oh wait, more than one way to use a Colt

Scopes over them crossed bones

There’s no face to vibe us all

Clubber talking that deep south

Go pop pills like Pyro

Don’t speak Spanish, they can’t manage

Crime watching them fine cops

In the back suit with the mad life

Leaving dope boys in the pile box

Light switch, head down

Baby, shut the motherfucking pyro

Ain’t that a bitch? Fuck y’all

Gotta get my neighbor on just to make a call

Light switch, fuck y’all

I’mma grab a gold pen, I’mma write it all

That’s right bitch, I’mma turn it on

Looking at this shit it’s like click to a light switch

Trench coats in the hallway

That doorman’s gotta know I’m gone

But when Pac left with them safe keys

That empty gap is a short draw

Babies all in that grave sight

Tears drop on that Jesus piece

Bad flows, Johnny Cash

From Pac style and you leave in peace

My stripes red stripes

White stores, blue night

That bed is open, them trailer park

Some bitch flashing them blue lights

Psychological motherfucker

Power trip and they best look down

Statue go with a steel cage

Finna make a grown man act a clown

Tight threads on them, grab a rose

Old school with them rusty goods

Baby seats full of crystal meth

High rich but the money’s good

Show sticks and then pops his hair

Pour the liquor, smoke by the case

Watching over this in my land

Tilt the butt, nothing goes to waste

Bridge trapping the nation’s bid

Oh how they just savor it

Hoods dropping like fly shit

They got a plan for you, just wait for it

That statue was a major bitch

But man, I feel liberated

Took this shit like a dome beater

I had a while, I innovated

Light switch, head down

Baby, shut the motherfucking pyro

Ain’t that a bitch? Fuck y’all

Gotta get my neighbor on just to make a call

Light switch, fuck y’all

I’mma grab a gold pen, I’mma write it all

That’s right bitch, I’mma turn it on

Looking at this shit it’s like click to a light switch

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