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Getting over the worst shit every time, you will Private property, Friday night in August when it's hotter than hell The kids, they were babbling just like his The name of my accompanying friend Is not important at all But no, I never met or even seen him before Oh And hey you He's looking for you now He's in the front seat, talking down While I'm searching for these clothes Let's leave 'em nervous because The church service in the atrium When the lights turn off, lights turn on (Lights turn off, lights turn on) There's a security guard, security guard Cars Oh (lights turn on, lights turn on) (Security guard) I swept up all the charcoal dust for fingerprints And maybe under the wrong impression Sir, we have the things that they want All the items you bought And what you want in a home Two detectives on the patio Hey, can the lights turn off, lights turn on (Lights turn off, lights turn on) A bunch of cops in the yard, cars on the run (Cops in the yard) I saw the lights turn off, lights turn on (Lights turn off, lights turn on) Too many cops in the yard, cars on the run (Cops in the yard, cars on the run) Cars (I saw the lights turn off, lights turn on) (Cops in the yard) Look every time with small talk Swim over the sharp cone Think that I could be making this shit up It's not like me at all, but not impossible Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on Lights turn on, lights turn off, lights turn on