Bright LIghts Camp Lo

[Intro]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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