Lyrics:
Game Turn Off The Lights

-empty, half-full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor

boy I aint nothing to play with Started off local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown

it's no equal Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook With the game and the soldiers sit When I came, the game that I owed you

mic from airtight to elite Pounce upon the deck, it ain't wet yet Let me see how hot you can get Then I'll turn up the amps, blow out the lights You're

trade World reknown for my realness Only the real will feel this Stainless steel is The straps that I'm copulating Touch'em a lady (?) Blow your hand off African stand-off

my paws hannibal lecter im so involved follow alone Jay Sean pass the patron We shining hard up in this mother fuck So hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights

, you're about to get it tonight Close the door, turn off the lights Let me kiss your neck down to your thighs You ain't going nowhere till the morning light

, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor I enjoy

your eyes A bed for you to lay in with the girl that's been waiting Congratulations, here's your prize So baby turn off the lights And I'm lyin' all alone in my room Toss and turn