DJ Khaled A Million Lights lyrics

A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is movin' slow
I've got a feelin' 'bout this one and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

Ah, New Hermes duffle bags
On the plane, see the sky through a little glass
20 hour flight, never jet-lagged
Sippin' white wine, watchin' the sunset

Real love this close, I ain't ever had
Sittin' with you all day 'til the night pass
Damn, I ain't tryin' to fight that
But if we fall too fast, will the feelin' last?

Now I'm lookin' over my shoulder, shoulder
Ah, champagne, good dine and good times
And now it's all over

But can't blame me for all that
You was bright, now your heart all black
Tryin' to outshine the good with the bad
You a cold motherfucker, I ain't mad at you
I'm still shinin'

A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is movin' slow
I've got a feelin' 'bout this one and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

Okay, you gettin' old and your heart turned cold
Time-line froze, mad at the world
'Cause you lived your life, but this the life that we chose
Lights on the road for the nicest rolls

I mean long-ass flights with these trifling hoes
But we don't crap out when the dice is rolled
I mean no life, low life, say my name
And hopes to get more life, nigga, live yo life

Plain ass nigga, you cook it with no spice
Lil B sacrifice, show me what your ho like
Hit her with that dope dick, now she's a dope fiend
Leo, lion and king, I'm lookin' for a dope queen

Uh, first, pretty baby, I'm ready to rock
Baby, car goes high, mishmash socks
Me does, Millz, Tyga, we give 'em the chills
Keep riders, get birth control pills


Uh, young money, bright lights
Lord knows I live for these nights
You're damn right
I'ma sip champagne 'till it burn my sight

[Incomprehensible] to the front like Jeter
And my diamonds ain't fierce like an episode of Cheaters, Jesus
Loud jewellery, loud speakers
Blowin' loud weed with some loud divas
Man

A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is movin' slow
I've got a feelin' 'bout this one and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold

Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best
Cory
Uh, it's that summertime, money time
Gonna rhyme good time, when I'm done givin' mine

Loud smoke, quiet engine out the city lines
Pretty toes hangin' out the window to the finish line
Spikes pokin' out my kicks like a porcupine
Young Money, Cash Money, We The Best, fall in line

Uptown, throw a [Incomprehensible] from the south Bronx
Hot rocks in Miami, Khaled outcome
You made us, they hate us, just to say the latest
Life nothin' like a movie, I just [Incomprehensible]

Remember it was hard tryin' to page wagers
Nice spittin' hard rhymes on the main stages
Independent, yeah, I told 'em major later
We some independent niggas gettin' major paper

Shout to 'em, Stunna, Slim, Mack
We play for keep, so how we gon' give up that?
YMCMB, lights, camera, action

A million lights and a kick drum, the floor is movin' slow
I've got a feelin' 'bout this one and we still young, you know
I'm breathin' fire in your club
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold
It's not my fault if your heart's grown cold