Back to Top

The Lights Video (MV)




Performed By: Boy Who Cried Wolf
Length: 2:39
Written by: Sebastian Cintron




Boy Who Cried Wolf - The Lights Lyrics




Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light

Short
But it ain't the summertime, baby
Yeah, sunglasses on
U B raised by the tiny little brains
Of the people who can't even lift a finger to get off the trigger
Shit, damn
I keep forgetting I don't have to keep that pistol under my stomach
Because for every day we keep away
The traitors and the failures
We get bigger, better, faster, stronger
You get tricks
That shit's for kids
But your kids even see right past through your shizz
Take a spoonful of sugar, bitch
Your medicine go down
Keep on praying that your lord and God might come right down and blow me hard

I get it
You don't really like it
It's not your thing
But come to think of it, Ryan...
I remember that the last time
We all took the train to David's
You got really drunk and took your hands
And tried to put them down my pants
I said that I would never, ever, ever tell a single soul
But that was all before I saw my multi-million dollar goal
So now would probably be the time to sit right down and say goodbye
Cuz in a few seconds, your ass is mine

Block out the light

Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light
Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light
Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light
Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light

Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light

Block out the light
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light

Short
But it ain't the summertime, baby
Yeah, sunglasses on
U B raised by the tiny little brains
Of the people who can't even lift a finger to get off the trigger
Shit, damn
I keep forgetting I don't have to keep that pistol under my stomach
Because for every day we keep away
The traitors and the failures
We get bigger, better, faster, stronger
You get tricks
That shit's for kids
But your kids even see right past through your shizz
Take a spoonful of sugar, bitch
Your medicine go down
Keep on praying that your lord and God might come right down and blow me hard

I get it
You don't really like it
It's not your thing
But come to think of it, Ryan...
I remember that the last time
We all took the train to David's
You got really drunk and took your hands
And tried to put them down my pants
I said that I would never, ever, ever tell a single soul
But that was all before I saw my multi-million dollar goal
So now would probably be the time to sit right down and say goodbye
Cuz in a few seconds, your ass is mine

Block out the light

Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light
Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light
Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light
Close your eyes, shut 'em tight
Block out the light

Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light
Block out the light

Block out the light
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Sebastian Cintron
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


Tags:
No tags yet