Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bright Lights, artist - Camp Lo. Album song Ragtime Hightimes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.05.2015
Record label: Nature Sounds
Song language: English
Bright Lights |
| Cavalli bodies in Seventies, Goravani |
| Galactica and the Gandelow |
| The temperature into the blow and in my rear view mirror |
| Clean no visual, pouring inside her platform |
| She’ll be converted, before the scotch score |
| The festivities just began, the extremities in the rum |
| The activities under the sun, as we flying just for fun |
| Cooling out the air, planes, parachute |
| Do something so unusual, the ways what we use to |
| Me tell, metallic toys, trip to every temptress |
| Of course you know am the Morse Code |
| The coded at me, setting reckless |
| Beautiful black glamour, yes we exude this |
| Shoot it in the veins, get high, not vain |
| But Vivid |
| But New York night caps, toast to the skyline |
| Tag jack, laughing like the eighties on a Lamborghini launchpad |
| Mister search, sip a lot, glitz on the vetta lot |
| Express that we reach, so that many more don’t microbat |
| Now we on the fly clock, how many can we take |
| Till the buzzer go off, and we dressing up the place |
| Coming up at you, have a movie to star in |
| I mean action packed film, I cash you at |
| Thriller award winning, war jacket, soul cold cobras |
| Having sarcomas, known with Medusa, the cold Rolling stone |
| You heist the magic in a minute, the stars all revolve around you |
| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight |
| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights |
| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight |
| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights |
| Cosmopolitan candy clashing with Cleopatra |
| Gold sugar casino, the Valentinos, B. I Joe |
| Blond under my arm, that many queen mixture |
| Tension of the low lee oh slipping inside the stolio |
| Last call before we exit on the sky wave |
| Next stop, we lay on Sean’s Alizé |
| Venoming vixens, lap limbos, sideways sambas |
| Stick to joy stick, joy riders might smile with slight crown |
| Snapple on my side, as the buggie in the kettle water |
| Kidding what the buggie do, do you mind? |
| To be my soul vibration loud ass |
| You the Simpson, you know you get it time let’s duet |
| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight |
| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights |
| Bright lights, hey girl let’s leave tonight |
| Hey girl, let’s catch this flight, hope you not afraid of heights |