Lights Off Songtext
von Jean Grae

She′s back once more with a flask in hand
The bad man, damn hot like an Afghan
Just ask Ann, you get a bit of the mad plan
Observin' it work, you just ass like a twerk dance
At first glance, Ms. Grace Oliver dirty beneath the surface
Can′t curve me, I'll swerve into you on purpose
Worth gold bars, Fort Knox, you're just worthless
And I′m a permanent mixture fixture just like your favorite liquor

The picture of a sicker and thinner and lighter young Oprah
Not the visual though, I′m thinkin' bigger

You don′t know her, but so what? I'm an opener for shows now
This year, I′ll be your close down
The clothes stay on, nigga, the funk stay strong
The ho's days are gone and I toast with 40′s all wrong
We walk along while you whippin' your truck
And smashin' bats to rims and screamin′, "We don′t give a fuck!"


I do not yell, I'm too cool for it

I let a move loud crew on the jack chorus
Act lawless, I′ll slap back your slack pectoris
Slick like the mack, I talk smack shit with facts, Boris
Animalistic when I rip, get your skin flayed off
I rhyme a hundred bars, you couldn't flip eight off
I rhyme to your heartbeat, stage in the car seat
Blaze hard from the corner gutter curb to the bar seat
You′re hardly playin' right
I never sleep, the day and night′s all in the same frame of mind
It's time to respect mine


Flexible mind can bend spoons with the flick of an eye
Dispense goons with a signal and sigh
(So watch out now) I'm out now, better get inside
Like when the streetlights came on when you was a child
I play your momma, hold the switch like I′m the Jackson family
Smackin′ your fanny, it get forgotten like your Rebbie or Randy
I'm rotten