: I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of
I see the light bouncing off your cheeks But tonight I got these urges to taste you like you wouldn't believe Could be the night with the color of your
Übersetzung: Hit The Lights. Pulse.
hands around her throat, her arms stopped moving Pulse stops too, in the back, look confused As I turn to tell them both not to do shit stupid Red, white, blue lights
hood made my heart cold I get to poppin off that thang like I'm loco No sense in coppin pleas when you see my knife out (knife out) Motherfuckers light out (lights
me cough I want to tear my collar off I just can't sleep at night Rozetta dressed in white She's got the Devil's light Shining in her eyes Screamed
It's cause I'm doing this man Niggas, I'm still grinding, (yeah...) I'm still hearing those sirens, I'm still getting chased by those lights, Only the light
youu could get it my dear 5 million dollar homes drop bentley's I swear Yeahh (Jae Millz) Baby we are so live you aint gotta check for a pulse Its young
Everybody pulsing like a strobe light (light) Like a strobe light Like, like, like a strobe light Like a strobe light Like Like Like a strobe light Like a strobe light
too long. Fuck it I'm gone. Hit n run, damn I should've hit my brakes. Hit n run, sometimes we all make mistakes. Hit n run, I guess I'm not that reckless. Hit
that is battering hulls? Shattering skulls? Don?t leave me alone with my pulse I convulse, taking a turn for the worst For the exit Take a left at the next hit
hoes in disco's My dogs let 'em walk with ripped clothes Shows, Niggas pack 6 rolls We're losin' 'em His hart won't get pulse Pack you bags off a 10 percent
drop a shit load Grip fo's Mushrooms, did those Deep pistol Whip hoes I bitch O's Money, roll, I stick a zip code Tiptoed, before Doc hit skid row
I'm embedded in what is known as beat Let it be shown, every enzyme is complete In time, you'll see the pace of the pulse pump Rapidly, heart rate,
like Gamera to amateurs, hit 'em with a cannonball And in all this confusion The fusion of music and mind precipitates translucent illusions Search the ruins with Automator Hit
my knife out (Knife out) Motherfuckers light out (Lights out) Hey whaddup 'cuz it's 50 Cent, what's happenin', nigga? Ever since the moment I was born I been dyin' (Yeah) Hundred miles an hour, pulse