"Lightbulbs" lyrics
Devon Hendryx Lyrics
Meria mortre ever greet shawel (Meri meri, eva green)
Graing graing gra (Graing graing gra) (Meri meri, eva green)
Mertis a moti e chest a gron tu (Meri meri, eva green)
Saing saing sa (Saing saing sa) (Meri meri, eva green)
Mi af marka dia on di eva green
Heh, ah hem
Welcome to the mad-house, good morning
I put a pipe bomb where your hope was forming
Don't try to escape, nigga, that's your warning
You'll never get out alive, hope that was common, uh
Go 'til the goat collapse
Make a million off of raps, too skinny to sling crack
My girl said she loved me, I told her to lean back
'Cause I'm far too important, you're caught up in all that
Tell me sweet lies, thought I heard every one
'Til I hopped out the booth, and she told me the truth
Now, I didn't want to hear it, but I gotta go to bed
And work through this, yo, even though I ain't that para-
Fuck, parenthood's a chore for me
Hope to God, someone prays for me
And why does father and daughter collect nickels for some scraps to eat?
Who will care for I, while I care for she?
Let's face it, on this mission, death is my intention
Fucked up in vinyl
Plus, when I decided that I would link up with the army coalition
Simple niggas give me the benefit of suspicion
Some beg for change, I can't spare
But oh my god, you swear my check is there
Nah, I ain't never have no fuckin' father or parent
When your life is fucked up, your guardians won't come near
Fuck an icon, I state the facts
Elvis? (Overrated)
Farrah Fawcett? (Couldn't ask)
Raz-B? (Is a fag)
Taylor Swift? (Needs a tan)
And the worst kind of fan is a fucking Shady stan
Live by the motto, don't ever fold
Wack shit goes plat, classics go gold
Age of the MP3, y'all
Want to sell records? Gotta make garbage
Lightbulb
Oh God, I'm sorry
My bad, lightbulb
I'm sorry
Shoutout to Yoko Kanno
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm
Graing graing gra (Graing graing gra) (Meri meri, eva green)
Mertis a moti e chest a gron tu (Meri meri, eva green)
Saing saing sa (Saing saing sa) (Meri meri, eva green)
Mi af marka dia on di eva green
Heh, ah hem
Welcome to the mad-house, good morning
I put a pipe bomb where your hope was forming
Don't try to escape, nigga, that's your warning
You'll never get out alive, hope that was common, uh
Go 'til the goat collapse
Make a million off of raps, too skinny to sling crack
My girl said she loved me, I told her to lean back
'Cause I'm far too important, you're caught up in all that
Tell me sweet lies, thought I heard every one
'Til I hopped out the booth, and she told me the truth
Now, I didn't want to hear it, but I gotta go to bed
And work through this, yo, even though I ain't that para-
Fuck, parenthood's a chore for me
Hope to God, someone prays for me
And why does father and daughter collect nickels for some scraps to eat?
Who will care for I, while I care for she?
Let's face it, on this mission, death is my intention
Fucked up in vinyl
Plus, when I decided that I would link up with the army coalition
Simple niggas give me the benefit of suspicion
Some beg for change, I can't spare
But oh my god, you swear my check is there
Nah, I ain't never have no fuckin' father or parent
When your life is fucked up, your guardians won't come near
Fuck an icon, I state the facts
Elvis? (Overrated)
Farrah Fawcett? (Couldn't ask)
Raz-B? (Is a fag)
Taylor Swift? (Needs a tan)
And the worst kind of fan is a fucking Shady stan
Live by the motto, don't ever fold
Wack shit goes plat, classics go gold
Age of the MP3, y'all
Want to sell records? Gotta make garbage
Lightbulb
Oh God, I'm sorry
My bad, lightbulb
I'm sorry
Shoutout to Yoko Kanno
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm-hmm-hmm
Hmm
