Lights Out

For those of you who are still trying to work out whether Bob Marley really sang “We’ll be together… with a roofrack over our head!” or Hendrix opted for “Excuse me while I kiss this guy,” here’s the transcript of Lights Out from the Stemma album to pore through at your leisure.

You’re welcome.

LIGHTS OUT

Intro:
Never stick to my lane boy, you
Keep the fame boy, boy
I don’t wanna be a name boy, you
Play- the-game, boy, boy

I can’t be compared
Sick when I’m shared with a kick and a snare
Keep an eye on ya chick over there
Twisting her hair then losing her shit when I’m here
I’m late to the party, still unfashionable
No problem acting the fool
Pull up to the rave in last years car n last years garms n
I like a bargain
Me I don’t follow the herd
I’m on the outskirts laying low than I’ll holla with a verse
Coz I’ll never be a false idol, tryina be an icon
It’s like you left all the lights on
And I guarantee nobody’s home
Virtual popularity alone with your phone
Busy convincing anyone who’ll listen that your life is amazing
Quite entertaining
… Keep posting, boasting so then
Minutes become whole months of slow motion
How many likers
How many haters
Kinda hope my battery flatten, just to break the pattern
… You really think any of this shit matters?
What you gonna do when your real life catches
Up, just batters your door down and crashes
Shatters and batters ya with a kick to the knackers [NOW BANG IT]

HOOK:
Never stick to my lane boy, you
Keep the fame boy, boy
I don’t wanna be a name boy, you
Play- the-game, boy, boy

What’s gonna happen when they turn all the lights out? x4

Click
And it all goes black
Winning isn’t always a given you know that
Bruv I might throw facts like a throw back Kojak
And I’m critical of myself I won’t slack
Go ahead- call me an old man but I
Scroll through my timeline, it’s so sad
What if
Pokes and Gifs aint the answer
What if
Phones and shit aint the answer
What if
Smoking piff ain’t the answer
What if every single flow you spit was disastrous?
What if everything turns to shit right now?
Would you breakdown, lie down raise an eyebrow?
What if you never  blink at what people think?
Don’t be a minion even if your opinion stinks
One time a wise man gave me a right hander
Said bruv- don’t be a bystander
If you’re gonna admit that you created it
Live and die by your words, you made the shit
I ain’t afraid of you claiming I failed if
Everything I said was from the heart and I nailed it
Even if only one other person cares
I made a connection and they heard it there I’m like
Roxy music and The Strokes in a mix coz
There’s gotta be more than this, is this it?
And every now and then I might be a hypocrite and contradict
But right now I’m on the shit NOW BANG IT!

HOOK:
Never stick to my lane boy, you
Keep the fame boy, boy
I don’t wanna be a name boy, you
Play- the-game, boy, boy

BRIDGE:
Fancy yourself
More than your girl
Love your fake tan
More than your man
Make sure your phones fully charged
Coz nothing ever lasts
Just like the beat of your heart
Things fall apart
My life finite
In from the start
Right til twilight
When it gets dark
What we gonna highlight
Lights out
….Have a nice night

BREAKDOWN:
Fame…
Name…
Game…
Play the game…
(REPEAT)

NOW BANG IT!

What’s gonna happen when they turn all the lights out? x4