Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Flashing Lights" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Flashing Lights" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights
She don't believe in shooting stars, but she believe in shoes and cars
Wood floors in the new apartment, couture from the store's department
You more like the love to start shit, I'm more of the trips to Florida
Order the hors d'oeuvre, views of the water
Straight from the page of your favorite author
And the weather so breezy, man, why can't life always be this easy?
She in the mirror dancing so sleazy, I get a call like, "Where are you Yeezy?"
Try to hit you with a ol-wu-wopte, 'till I get flashed by the paparazzi
Damn, these niggas got me
I hate these niggas more than the Nazis
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? (Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights)
What do I know? (Flashing) know? (Lights, lights, lights, lights)
I know it's been a while, sweetheart
We hardly talk, I was doing my thing
I know I was foul, baby, A-bay lately, you been all on my brain
And if somebody would've told me a month ago, fronting though, yo, I wouldn't wanna know
If somebody would've told me a year ago, it'd go, get this difficult
Feeling like Katrina with no FEMA, like Martin with no Gina
Like a flight with no visa
First class with the seat back, I still see ya
In my past, you on the other side of the glass
Of my memory's museum
I'm just saying, "Hey, Mona Lisa"
"Come home, you know you can't roam without Caesar"
As I recall, I know you love to show off
But I never thought that you would take it this far
What do I know? (Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights)
What do I know? (Flashing) know? (Lights, lights, lights, lights)
As you recall, you know I love to show off
But you never thought that I would take it this far
What do you know? (Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights)
What do you know? (Flashing) know (lights, lights, lights, lights)
Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights
Flashing lights, lights, lights, lights