Kill the lights
This shit's too bright got to close my eyes
The fluorescent ones make me violent
I get my fits made custom sized
I'm way too fly
I'm draped up and dripped out in chrome
I'm Mr. Put It On
If you could own the world how would you select the throne
I flew to San Antonio
From C-L-eveland
Soon as I landed shawty tweaking
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
So now you want to f*ck with me
After the years of drudgery
I'm P H R E Y L A bitch you cannot step up to me
They all used to make fun of me
But that's before the luxuries
I'm fine now
Let's ride out
I'm pulling up clean
Only one embellished on the scene
Living like I'm walking on a dream
Sparking up a blunt and get a taste of the serene
Cover my face when I go out in public
I don't want to talk I don't want to be noticed
Swear to god I think I'm better alone
I'm falling apart at the core
I don't listen to the government rubbish
I focus on myself and smoking my dope
We're all ending up in a morgue
You might as well do what you want
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
So now you want to f*ck with me
After the years of drudgery
I'm P H R E Y L A bitch you cannot step up to me
They all used to make fun of me
But that's before the luxuries
I'm fine now
Let's ride out
Phreyla - Fluorescent Lights Make Me Violent Lyrics
Phreyla - Fluorescent Lights Make Me Violent Lyrics
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English
Kill the lights
This shit's too bright got to close my eyes
The fluorescent ones make me violent
I get my fits made custom sized
I'm way too fly
I'm draped up and dripped out in chrome
I'm Mr. Put It On
If you could own the world how would you select the throne
I flew to San Antonio
From C-L-eveland
Soon as I landed shawty tweaking
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
So now you want to f*ck with me
After the years of drudgery
I'm P H R E Y L A bitch you cannot step up to me
They all used to make fun of me
But that's before the luxuries
I'm fine now
Let's ride out
I'm pulling up clean
Only one embellished on the scene
Living like I'm walking on a dream
Sparking up a blunt and get a taste of the serene
Cover my face when I go out in public
I don't want to talk I don't want to be noticed
Swear to god I think I'm better alone
I'm falling apart at the core
I don't listen to the government rubbish
I focus on myself and smoking my dope
We're all ending up in a morgue
You might as well do what you want
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
So now you want to f*ck with me
After the years of drudgery
I'm P H R E Y L A bitch you cannot step up to me
They all used to make fun of me
But that's before the luxuries
I'm fine now
Let's ride out
This shit's too bright got to close my eyes
The fluorescent ones make me violent
I get my fits made custom sized
I'm way too fly
I'm draped up and dripped out in chrome
I'm Mr. Put It On
If you could own the world how would you select the throne
I flew to San Antonio
From C-L-eveland
Soon as I landed shawty tweaking
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
So now you want to f*ck with me
After the years of drudgery
I'm P H R E Y L A bitch you cannot step up to me
They all used to make fun of me
But that's before the luxuries
I'm fine now
Let's ride out
I'm pulling up clean
Only one embellished on the scene
Living like I'm walking on a dream
Sparking up a blunt and get a taste of the serene
Cover my face when I go out in public
I don't want to talk I don't want to be noticed
Swear to god I think I'm better alone
I'm falling apart at the core
I don't listen to the government rubbish
I focus on myself and smoking my dope
We're all ending up in a morgue
You might as well do what you want
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
Baggy full of of ganja
I'm smoking on some chronic
It helps me to get calmer
It helps me cook a song up
You gon' get your karma
For everything you caused to dismantle
And the trauma
For I shall die a martyr
So now you want to f*ck with me
After the years of drudgery
I'm P H R E Y L A bitch you cannot step up to me
They all used to make fun of me
But that's before the luxuries
I'm fine now
Let's ride out
Writer: Eren VanDeraka
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