Sun set and sun rise I'm my own personal light show Flipping switches...moving from basin bottoms to plateaus The Earth...manipulates itself beneath me
's a thousand a suite Who had the, first bourban with the livin' room set? Who the only nigga you know that drive a burgundy jet? How many cities you
cities never sleep when we're gone The streets call out our name, the lights aren't the same for so long and it's wrong to keep them waiting All year
my car, feeling alright City light so bright, bring back my memories Pictures of that night, holding you tight Now you're so far away, light years away
to a sweat with two fans circling overhead, we sleep on borrowed time and the traffic lights direct empty roads, the stars can't break the city sky
gettin' in the way I remember when she told me, she would up and leave me someday I drive around in circles through the city Just waitin' for the lights
party) putting it down for the party in Welcome to the party in arizona (arizona) any time of year (any time of arizona (arizona) any time of year (any time of year
time of year (any time of year) we can party here (we can party) putting it down for the party in arizona (arizona) any time of year (any time of year
Well, I've been running from something Twenty years in my car Down a road that's leading nowhere Yeah, we drive through the farmland No one knows where
sunny California to Kalamazoo! Been rockin parties since ninety-two I know you heard that +Reality Bites+ But I'm +Liver+ than the show called +Saturday Night+ I stay on, looks like, city lights
like a piece of blood where no doors are and weary now i set upon the good year and the wrench wrenching out of me every ready of light that i might
hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen. When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city Girls
Close your eyes real tight underneath the city lights And you can't hear the noise below your room Take a real deep breath and get those feelings off
at my girl on the corner It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her My mind's playing tricks on her I got a big Afro, I drive old cars Ain'
sandbox, I bought drops (drops) One year or two times we can watch the ball drop (ball drop) We by-coastal you niggaz ain't playing right (nah) Drive
aimin' them glocks, of course, ready to bomb Now I done seen a custy cop four pies of the same gear I also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year