Текст песни lights, cameras - John Alone

Pop your
Pop your
Pop your

Pop your
Pussy like

Pop your
Pop your
Pop your

Pop your
Pussy like

Pop your
Pop your
Pop your

Pop your
Pussy like
Ssy like

Pop your
Pussy like

(Nut on your face!)

(Lemme nut on your face!)

Lights, cameras
She still embarrassed
Gave throat in Paris
I wrote you ballads
We rode impalas
We could still get married
If you wrote me back
What's wrong with that?

Lights, cameras
Feel like Corey Gamble
She might call me daddy
I just fucked your hoe in Camrys

Can't feel nothing at all
Don't feel no ways
And there's still no way out

Lights, cameras
Put your pussy on me
Call me when you're lonely
Baby fuck me like you love me
Sure you wanna be my girl?
Ain't had one in a while
And there's still no way out

Lights, cameras
You brought me there
Nice hole
You showed me that
Your lifestyle's
Like sci fi
In my eyes
I'm cool with that

What it do
Make that body move
Till you 42
Fucking on me in your gardens
Yeah, you loving me cus I'm an artist
Yeah
Baby come watch me work
Enemies on my line
But they never could throw me off
I've been doing this all my life

What it do
This shit don't make you move?
Then it's fuck you and your crew
Made my home in malice
I been doing this all my nights
And you saying I fit you nice
I'm hoping you feel alive
Cus baby one day we'll die

So it's
Lights, cameras
Feel like Corey Gamble
She might call me daddy
I just fucked your hoe in Camrys

Can't feel nothing at all
Don't feel no ways
And there's still no way out

Lights, cameras
Put your pussy on me
Call me when you're lonely
Baby fuck me like you love me
Sure you wanna be my girl?
Ain't had one in a while
And there's still no way out