Lightwork (feat. Ellie Goulding & Bassnectar)

I had a way then, losing it all on my own

I had a heart then but the Queen has been overthrown

And I’m not sleeping now

The dark is too hard to beat

And I’m not keeping up the strength I need to push me

You sure the lights don’t stop me

Turn to stone shining when I’m alone

And so I tell myself that I'll be strong

Dreaming when they’re gone

Cause they’re calling, calling, calling

Calling, calling, calling

You sure the lights don’t stop me

Turn to stone shining when I’m alone

So, what do you bunches stand for?

Dreads in the sky, I and I

2 New Vans on a Land 4

Take that back, make that 2 new shoes on a van floor

Me and my band out on that road

On a never-back-down-from-a-stance tour

Yeah, touch more souls than a dance floor

While they touch less tours than a hand or

Ceiling fan or wait, let me tell ya slower

Lift my fans up to the to the ceiling

And you’ll never touch the floor

Now if Noah need a rower, I’ll be there with my oar

Til we get back to the shore

Dad made me a soldier, GI Joe to these Cobras

Tryna FBI my panther, CIA my sankofa

Infiltrate my Carter, illuminate my culture

While they watching through that bunker

But I stay up on my hustle

Turn that belt back on theyself

Now I watch them scream for help

Like Africa need aid, or black women as maids

Uncover undercovers turn those maids to Bubba's mothers

Take the hero out the Nino, keep it real as treble trouble huh?

Or maybe cartoon Martin on the boondocks

Flip the script on chicks who think they shit smells like perfume shops

Half them girls find beauty without a magazine or movie

She Delila with them 45 or Keisha with that Uzi

Now I know that’s contradiction, wants and needs and competition

But it’s hard to stay on point with such extremes in opposition

While we waiting on that compromise, proceed with that conscious eye

New gang alert: Hashtag #occupies

Repping to the death of me, FnF what’s left of me

All my hate is for the fake recipes for wrestling

Only time I wrestle’s when I’m wrestling with settling

Only way I settle if we wrestle over everything

I know that don’t mix like ecstasy and ketamine

Funny how I’m only sick if you never catch a thing

Argue with your friends over what really the record means

Back and forth about its course, with professor’s refereeing

Why he so rebellious? Up-front with his realness?

They wanna be Fiasco’s, reproduce his failures

Emperor is his alias, but not Marcus Aurelius

This is more like Sparta: Kick you down a well, kid

And on my last check, I copped that NSX just like Pharrell did

Well did, better days to come

My only promise is I’ll never ruin the young

I’ll never human and sung lyrics in a spirit that's

Super human to some, keep you pursuin’ the sun of

Slums, plus, get up outta them, plus never forget

This is where you from plus

Make sure that you ballin when you come back up in them, plus

We don’t die, multiply, every single come-up

A Rumpa-pum-pum-yup