paroles de chanson Pretty Lights - Invicti

Bout' to be a poltergeist
I don't even know what's going on
All I know I got my Coke and purple Sprite
Flip another damn bottle, bout' to buy another model
I don't even care what's happening tonight
Basically I stay high, bout' to go across the sky
Care what they saying
No compromise
Can I buy the prize
Can I stop my time
Can I go and ask questions that are out of line
Never mind I'll ask the reverend
Friendships end but not in heaven
I just need to make it out, give me a hundred seconds
Bet I could convince y'all, I'm next to deck the halls
Next to host the - deck the halls
Next to host the festival
Told y'all, I'm about to make it
Stare at yo TV, I'm getting Miley naked
I'm next to be forsaken, I'm bout to cook my bacon
And when I'm on that Drake song
You'll all be singing
Bright colours, pretty lights
Next to make it, Weezy back in Baby's time
I'm Trinidad fore' he dropped off the label
I am Bobby fucking Shmurda fore' he jumped off the table
I am B.I.G. before the fame
I'm Em before the name
I'm fucking ODB before he gone and went insane
Bright colours, pretty lights
Staring all around I'm trying to make a night

Bright colours, pretty lights
Out here tryna get my money right
Bright colours, pretty lights
Already know where I'm a be in life
Bright colours, pretty lights
Staring all around I'm trying to make a night
Bright colours, pretty lights
Bright colours, pretty lights

Stay trippy, that's word to Juicy J
I hit the Lucy, staying high every single day
I'm bout' to catch a sway, every which way
Aiming missiles, I ain't caring if they go astray
I tell em' what to say, tell em' I made it babe
And if they tryna fuck me, I tell em' where to lay
I tell em' where to stay, I tell em' where to go
And if they asking bout' me, say Invicti ho
Cause' it's all about the colours and the lights though
Keep me spinnin', keep me grinnin'
Be ya maestro
Get it right hoe, shout out to Mustard
Oh and Ketchup too, his undercover brother
I'm bout' to fight another, I'll go and catch a body
Jumping on a tracksuit, I'm Cuma Laude
Go on and get it Scotty, pick up them jiggawatz
All i've done my whole life, is listen Jigga talk
A lot of Pac' too, a lot of new shit
But I was about to make it and I knew it
Synched in, Canada talkin'
I'm on my sixth drink, I'll take a fifth of vodka
I'm on my Waka Flocka, four five to wyle out
And if you talkin' bout' money that's what I'm about
So give me six, let's get it cracking
I'm about to pop the captain, I'm a be the next matyr
It's about to happen
I'm a die for my city, die for the gold
Fuck everybody, call it now I die old
Call it all day, let me rep my city
Ottawa we on a map, now buy me a Bentley
Now come and pay my rent, see
Come on return your empties
And when I'm on a Jay song, come on and tempt me
Bright colours, pretty lights
I know everything is gonna be alright

Bright colours, pretty lights
Out here tryna get my money right
Bright colours, pretty lights
Already know where I'm a be in life
Bright colours, pretty lights
Staring all around I'm tryna make a night
Bright colours, pretty lights
Bright colours, pretty lights