"Lighters" lyrics - EARTHGANG

EARTHGANG

"Lighters"

[Verse 1: Doctur Dot]
Uh, yup in this still
Fuck the police, we don't care how you feel
I know y'all wish we had a deal
But it's cool doing shows for y'all niggas on the real
But let me hit that ATM man
Check my balance before I go and get these couple of grams, damn
To get my mind off that bullshit
Sitting on the horses back, send it to the promised land
I made a lot of promises to my mama, Nem
But all she worry 'bout is how the fuck I'm paying bills
You slinging all these words, where your commas is
Started waking up, the jobs, you be dreaming big
Damn right, I seen it, I know what it look like
My future ain't anemic, please believe it
And them city lights gleaming, kind of tease me while I'm sleeping
Well, tryna get some sleep
Mind won't stop thinking 'cause I know

[Chorus: Johnny Venus]
So put your lighters in the air
Love that feeling do you
Put your lighters in the air
Make your dreams come true
So put your lighters in the air
Love that feeling do you
Put your lighters in the air
Make your dreams come true

[Verse 2: Johnny Nexus]
She said you almost done with school, it's time to react
Although my friends ain't where they tryna be at
I ain't tryna be back, at my mama's crib
Boomerang kind of kid
Pondering if I'm a grenade or just a bomb that ticks
Ain't tryna risk my freedom but I got to snitch for eating
My palms is itching, scratching, hit 'em till these bitches bleeding
Tickets for speeding, fuck you coppers in your system
Your pressure makes a victim of niggas, without permission
Never cement, addiction to never quit
Cigarette, trigger spit, robbing, still niggerish
My brother rocking county blues, never found his move
My sister in there drowning pool, 'cause the shallow move
They telling me my music so oblivious to the ignorance
Like I'm living rich
Living in well form, am I living in descent
Living in hell, my skin is dark as the abyss

[Verse 3: Doctur Dot]
Thee's nothing more beautiful than nature
There's nothing cooler than how we view the creator
There's nothing more appealing than the path my life has taken
There's nothing more to think about so ain't no more debating
We waiting on that call from that magic A&R
Saying, "Pack your bags fellas, you flying out to LA"
Rock some shows and hit the road like every twelve days
Move some hoes and make some dough like maybe they're late
If Hell raised, can heaven come down
I just want to see it with some other people around
Niggas laughing at my dreams like I'm sleeping with clouds
Then they ask me what I'm eating like I'll keep them around
Nigga, you fucked up, by fucking with the son of the sun
And my mom is the thunder
So that makes me a monster
And even though I'm stomping, I'm smooth as an anaconda
With ooze under my stomach
They want to see me

[Instrumental]

Mad Men (2011)