D.P. - Streetlights Lyrics
She said her heart was broke in twoAnd Hailey’s smiling on a broken toothShe said her boyfriend gave itBut he aint mean it he was drunk when he breaked itI ain’t ***** her I’m just touching her *****I’m on something I’m weightlessI’m just feeling the highIt’s times like these it’s like I’m feelin’ ta dieIt’s like I’m willing to dieJust to see what it’s likeJust to feel I finally did something real with my lifeBut I’m just feeling tonightIt’s mine she ain’t like the way he touch her this timeJust a little too roughBut when she crying she shineSee she tryin’ ta be mineI’m like baby can you save me I’m just dying insideShe gets high off that second hand smokeI was learning to fly she was learning to copeAnd the whiskey make the night seem riskyAn’ I can smell the death in her chest on her breath when she kissed meAnd after party talking who’s coming with meAfter party looking stupid and tipsyAll the dealers look shiftyThey got devilish eyesUnlike me D devil in disguiseChorus:I don’t wanna go to sleep noSaid I got so much more to see yoIt’s another Saturday night and I feel alrightGonna find my God (ever?) these streetlights I’m likeOhh ohh oh wo-oh-oh-oh-oooh na da na na na na…The house party like a house of worshipEverybody speaking in tongues reciting them versesShe said she saw the father at the bottom of a Johnny WalkerHailey said she’s gonna kill someoneSomebody stop herBut nobody stopped herSomebody calls the copsThe party stops the congregation in the parking lotThe flashing lights make me feel I got the passion of ChristMake her feel she got rhythm so I’m just grabbing her tightOr she gonna fall off and smash up the whole nightShe table dancing, I’m asking if she’s all rightWe one-night stands and one night onlyWe just come together in masses for the lonelyWe all using in some waySavin’ up sometime for somehowFor growing up someday and maybe Sunday,But tonight we just passing around collection platesThrowing on somethingHailey’s going home and she don’t even know his nameAnd he don’t look a thing like JesusShe say she’ll be all rightI’m caught up in (all night?)I’m looking at car lights like starlight,It’s gotta be God, right?[Chorus]Hailey’s falling I’m sober enough to hold her upWe take communion we just pass around that solo cupEverybody passing out and throwing upShe just look like she fallin I ask her how she’s holding upWe speeding head first into ditches, yeahWe get ***** now she wanna take picturesAnd suddenly them girls that make their money under coversWanna be lovers and nice chicks wanna be *****esNow I’m just hangin out the sunroof,Arms outstretched trying to take flightAnd fly into the late nightAnd disappear somewhere amongst the starsI swear I never felt so close to GodBridge:I find my faith through Saturday night war storiesWe never talk about them Sunday morningsSee them Sunday mornings they like blasphemyTell the usher pour another glass for me[Chorus]
