Streetlights

Yes, I’m ready who’s asking

Brand new me, new jacket

Head out the window while I’m moving thru traffic

Yelling out, when I go past em

Yeah I talk to God I don’t talk to my pastor

Can we get some good weather please Mr. Forecaster

Play better music radio broadcaster

Why the ** does all the bad news gotta move faster

Yeah I’m on tour baby hit me on the FaceTime

Real thug I don’t cry during the day time, yeah

I be dancing in the moonlight

1972 is what the mood like, and

What’s 15 minutes of fame

I need at least an hour for I leave this stage

I wanna go where everybody know my name

I close my eyes and I find that place, welcome home

If this car could talk it’d tell me "Go now

Count the streetlights on the way out

Crack my window and play me too loud

And then grab the gas, and light the match

And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round

Make a get a way

If this car could talk it’d tell me "Go now

Count the streetlights on the way out

Crack my window and play me too loud

And then grab the gas, and light the match

And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round

Make a get a way

If this car could talk it’d tell me "Go now

Count the streetlights on the way out

Crack my window and play me too loud

And then grab the gas, and light the match

And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round (Make a get a way)

Leave all the lights on, lock the door

Close all the windows, light the stove

Burn every picture on the floor

And then grab the gas, and light the match

And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round

Leave all the lights on, lock the door

Close all the windows, light the stove

Burn every picture on the floor

And then grab the gas, and light the match

And burn this whole town, don’t you turn ‘round

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