Blinking Lights (Heaven's on Fire)

Swallow the heaven in the back of your throat Stop bitching 'bout music, smoke, pass it and blow Gravitate to gravitas, gyrate and carry on Marry on merit, don't frown upon the setting sun Harried in its heyday, can't really stomach If heaven's on fire, wasn't ever heaven was it? Getting bludgeoned, getting stoned, on a roll, oh God No green, no moss, mo money no mas Lookin at you post-op, and low cost at that Case of the 'Casey's,' at bat with a fat ass No room for innovation in a new generation Hearts racing in the basement of your mom and pop's estate It's heinous, vagrants collect and coalesce Looking out the window with a rolled up cigarette Hold up, big arrest, yo you solved the problem Clinging to a scheme, getting dragged across the bottom And we don't give one, two, three, or four fucks 'Bout whose in the bathroom blowing Daddy Warbucks Whore-cunts or bourgeois, we the bourgeoisie Cutting people's heads off with our money Hipsters blasting heavy metal and heavy meddling Peddling Jeppeto's strings, wrists tied, looking menacing Brandishing henna tattoos, stomping black boots Grabbing fat boobs, dude, I'm looking at you Half screwed little rascals don't know how to say "No" Foo Fighters complain, played out by LMFAO Adele takes home the Grammy, can relate to being homely, can't we? And she says she's 'proud,' but honestly who owns the stocks? When her album cover's photoshopped And it's going, gone, want to sell a million copies Bitch about the state of music to indie fucking jockeys Or rap super fast over The Radio Department But look at the cards flipped, what's a hooker to a harlot? Darling, I go hard in the motherfucking paint Burn this town to the ground, get arrested by the state But wait, the state's me, I'm stately Don't hate, don't play free, I'm great Gee Willickers, if you didn't heard I'm grilling herbs like steaks 'B' Hazy, like weed smoke, and amigos dropping pesos So lace those Nikes, I'm God, gon' go fuck Keira Knightly Nightly, so knight me, she's British right 'B'? Talking over a Dilla beat, It's killing me, inside Nod to all the hip-hop heads that ride jocks Got more gin than Qui-Gon... Swallow the heaven in the back of your throat Stop bitching 'bout music, smoke, pass it and blow Gravitate to gravitas, gyrate and carry on Marry on merit don't frown upon the setting sun Harried in its heyday, can't really stomach If heaven's on fire wasn't ever heaven was it? If heaven's on fire wasn't ever heaven was it? If heaven's on fire wasn't ever heaven was it...