Kevin Rudolf - A Million Lights lyrics

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Kevin Rudolf - A Million Lights lyrics

[Intro: DJ Khaled] Believe dat.. it's DJ Khaled It's that We The Best, YMCMB "We The Best Forever" [Hook: Kevin Rudolf] A million lights and a kick drum The floor is moving slow I've got a feeling bout this one And we still young you know-oww-oww I'm breathing fire in your club-ubb It's not my fault if your heart's, grown, cold It's not my fault if your heart's, grown, cold [Tyga] Uhh, new Hermes duffle bags On the plane, see the sky through a little gla** Twenty hour flight never jet-lagged Sipping white wine, watching the sunset Real love this close I ain't never had Sitting with you all day til the night pa** Damn, I ain't trying to fight that But if we fall too fast will the feeling last Now I'm looking over my shoulder, shoulder, uh Champagne, good dimes and good times and now it's all over But you can't blame me for all that You was bright now your heart all black Try to outshine the good with the bad You a cold motherf**er I ain't mad at you Still shining [Hook] [Mack Maine] b**h I'm Mack Maiii-i-i-i-ine... You getting old and your heart turn cold Time-line froze; mad at the world Cause you lived your life but this the life that we chose Lights on the road for the nicest Rolls I mean long-a** flights for these trifling hoes But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled I mean no life, low life Say my name and hopes to get more life, n***a live your life Lame-a** n***a, you cook it with no spice Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend Leo Lion the king, I'm looking for a dope queen A First Lady baby, Young Money's Barack Baggy cargos, high mismatched socks Me, Gunz, Millz, Tyga, we give em the chills Weak riders, get birth control pills [Jae Millz] (Millzy...) Uhh, bright lights Lord knows I live for these nights You're damn right I'mma sip champagne till it blurs my sight Yanks fitted cap to the front like Jeter My diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of cheetahs Jesus Loud j**elry, loud speakers Blowing loud weed with some loud divas, Millz [Hook] [Cory Gunz] (Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, Khaled) Uh, it's that summertime money time Gonna rhyme good time, wanna dime, gimme mine Loud smoke, quiet engine out the city line Pretty toes hanging out the window to the finish line Spikes poking out my kicks like a porcupine Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best fall in line Uptown thorough breded from the South Bronx Hot blocks in Miami, Khaled outcome You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest Life nothing like a movie: I just day-to-day this Remember it was hard trying to pay us wages Nice spitting hard rhymes on the main stages Independent, yeah I told em major later We some independent n***as getting major paper Shout Tune, Stunna, Slim, Mack We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that YMCMB, lights, camera, ACTION~! [Hook]

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