Streetlights - Russ

We’re living in a place where it’s okay to have no worth

But is that shit okay and does it really work?

I guess I’ve got some news for ya

I guess I’ve got some news for ya

And it may not be new for ya

But here’s some news for ya

They’d rather hear you talking 'bout the

Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

Uh, my bottle’s top is off

My fucking roof is missing

I sit and write like twice a night until I improve conditions

I give it my life, this fucking mic is like my proof of living

Shoot, what isn’t true?

What isn’t you?

Is just a euphemism

I make the Muslims listen

I’ve got the Jews and Christians (What else?)

I’m meditating like a Buddhist having Bugus visions

That’s too deep, you probably shouldn’t fuck with me

It’s all good 'cause luckily your nigga’s still

Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

Uh, yeah

I’ll be remembered for a million years

It’s DIEMON and we’re more than just millionaires

I’m lighting tour mind, you’ve had it up to here

Disaster time, I’m mine and I’m about to smash this year

Fuck, I’ve got tour girlfriends lining up

And I’m 'bout to grind them up, you didn’t shine enough

You’re stones are rhine enough so I could say «Your time is up»

'Bout to go DIEMON

It’s all about the time and not about the time just

Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

I’m looking at the world through my glass of scotch

Like «Hello Johnny Walker, where’s your cash?

Where’s your watch?»

Show your past, what you got?

Oh, you ain’t got that new shit?

Man what the fuck, you ain’t even gonna do shit

You need to cop a blue whip, redbone

If you ain’t got that head home

You might feel alright living life but you’re dead wrong

No Jesus piece, where’s your painted car

They all call Reese’s piece

You ain’t saying shit unless you speak to me like this:

Bouncing, swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

The bouncing, the swerving, the rims is glistening

They gotta see the wood 'cause the top is missing

We’re living in a place where it’s okay to have no worth

But is that shit okay and does it really work?

I guess I’ve got some news for ya

I guess I’ve got some news for ya

And it may not be new for ya

But here’s some news for ya

They’d rather hear you talking 'bout the