Khary - Lighthouse lyrics
Khary [Khary Durgans]
[Khary - Lighthouse lyrics]
Hey
Yeah
Shoutouts to my-
Uh, check it
I need a lighthouse
(What?) , I need a lighthouse (Aye)
Last night in our home they
Turned our lights out
Damn, black people and bills
And if we make it out the hood
It's black Beverly Hills
I'm back to square one
But it's feeling more like a circle
Attraction's the greatest magnet
Even to the things that hurt you
The plot, pretty plain
'cause pain don't have a curfew
I know you going insane, it's strange
But not a virtue
I love you to death, but I died last night
And all that's left is a corpse
But it's pride on the mic
Wore my heart on my sleeve
Now I'm rockin' tank tops
If love is Photoshop
You're repeatedly cropped out
I am bitter, I am lonely (I am lonely)
But the kid in the
Lighthouse doesn't know me
(Doesn't know me)
Damn, or doesn't recognize the truth
But I am him grown up, he is me as a youth
I showed him my forearm, my charm had no use
(No use)
'Cause he showed me his
And it didn't have tattoos
(No tattoos)
I wanted to hang out
But I didn't know what to do
'Cause now I drink away my sorrows
And he wouldn't approve
(Damn)
In a sense, it's militant
Since his eyes don't know the
Extent of growing up
So can I judge him
(Him) , or can he judge me? (Me)
Still got the same forehead, am I ugly? Like
I need a lighthouse, I need a lighthouse
My mom thinkin' white pages
I'm thinking White House
Much bigger, much bigger than right now
I never played ball
But I got caramel like I foul
I rock, get a peep of the eyebrow
My part time job sucks dick, but I smile
'Cause I need a lighthouse to
Show me the way
When I'm enlightened
Like lightning on a thunderous day
Frightened, moved from Rhode Island
'cause I needed escape
Now I'm stranded as Tom Hanks as in Castaway
Or Cassius Clay
Rather go to jail than the army
(Jail)
'Cause yellow's the only color that
Suit's me when I'm sparring
(Yellow raincoats)
I wonder if Heaven got a suburbs (What?)
Full of white kids who like rap
And say the N word
(Probably do)
And did they struggle like I
Struggled when I'm living?
(Nah)
New York's only honest creature seems
To be a pigeon
(Nah, nah, nah)
Nah, nah, nah
Yeah
Shoutouts to my-
Uh, check it
I need a lighthouse
(What?) , I need a lighthouse (Aye)
Last night in our home they
Turned our lights out
Damn, black people and bills
And if we make it out the hood
It's black Beverly Hills
I'm back to square one
But it's feeling more like a circle
Attraction's the greatest magnet
Even to the things that hurt you
The plot, pretty plain
'cause pain don't have a curfew
I know you going insane, it's strange
But not a virtue
I love you to death, but I died last night
And all that's left is a corpse
But it's pride on the mic
Wore my heart on my sleeve
Now I'm rockin' tank tops
If love is Photoshop
You're repeatedly cropped out
I am bitter, I am lonely (I am lonely)
But the kid in the
Lighthouse doesn't know me
(Doesn't know me)
Damn, or doesn't recognize the truth
But I am him grown up, he is me as a youth
I showed him my forearm, my charm had no use
(No use)
'Cause he showed me his
And it didn't have tattoos
(No tattoos)
I wanted to hang out
But I didn't know what to do
'Cause now I drink away my sorrows
And he wouldn't approve
(Damn)
In a sense, it's militant
Since his eyes don't know the
Extent of growing up
So can I judge him
(Him) , or can he judge me? (Me)
Still got the same forehead, am I ugly? Like
I need a lighthouse, I need a lighthouse
My mom thinkin' white pages
I'm thinking White House
Much bigger, much bigger than right now
I never played ball
But I got caramel like I foul
I rock, get a peep of the eyebrow
My part time job sucks dick, but I smile
'Cause I need a lighthouse to
Show me the way
When I'm enlightened
Like lightning on a thunderous day
Frightened, moved from Rhode Island
'cause I needed escape
Now I'm stranded as Tom Hanks as in Castaway
Or Cassius Clay
Rather go to jail than the army
(Jail)
'Cause yellow's the only color that
Suit's me when I'm sparring
(Yellow raincoats)
I wonder if Heaven got a suburbs (What?)
Full of white kids who like rap
And say the N word
(Probably do)
And did they struggle like I
Struggled when I'm living?
(Nah)
New York's only honest creature seems
To be a pigeon
(Nah, nah, nah)
Nah, nah, nah