Triple O – Lightwork Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I gotta recite without the sentiment
Before I destroy without the detriment
Take notes without the pen engaged
Then court bars without the instrument
That’s my DS Arnott, line of duty flow
Triple-entendres, while I’m sitting in the Tundra plains
Sky high, looking for the king to reign
Soaking wet, you outpour on me
While I’m Richie Rich, Macauley Caulkin
Home alone, or black and white, like MJ in his prime time
As I’m watching every second pass
Back to the future, Fox with an MJ
Is it Michael Jordan, Mick Jagger or Marc Jacobs?
With all of the acres of space to plan it, Pharell, Neptunes call damage
Marked with an a star
Low grades, now I gotta a sad turn
Spinning with a chocolate flow
Mars bars sounding like Kinda Bueno, that’s a good day –
See the ripple effect with this ‘m and m’ flow, so crunchie –
But no bounty – the white inside is due to the light in my life
So don’t discount me,
Compound with the right sound, when I’m down town
Renowned, I was so lost now I been found
Inbound with a new sound so we don’t drown
Never letting anybody down, king with a crown, woah
Heavenly father I know that you will never ever let me go
Lightwork, now I like work on a beat I go, woah

[Bridge]
They be thinking that it’s easy
Overflowing when I see seas
Been delivered I was cc’d,
Head down like a handstand
Had me working on a grand plan
Never land like I’m in ‘Dam

[Chorus]
Shining loud (shining loud)
I gotta stay lit (I gotta stay lit)
Light of the world – stand out where the darkness sits
Lightwork, Lightwork
Lightwork, Lightwork
Lightwork, Lightwork
Lightwork, Lightwork
Shining loud (shining loud)
I gotta stay lit (I gotta stay lit)
Light of the world – stand out where the darkness sits
Lightwork, Lightwork
Lightwork, Lightwork
Lightwork, Lightwork
Lightwork, Lightwork

[Verse 2]
You hold my life in your hands, aye!
I know you over stand, aye!
Skipping through the valley of the shadow of death
With nine fives – with a golden plan, aye!
God was more than a man, aye!
And it was part of the plan,
Cross carried on the back like a back-pack; they attack that
But the facts are the facts that….
I got the golden flow
That’s Eddie Murphy with an oriental young one, minus the skeptics
Skepta with a skipping rope, over the hate – in scope
Konichiwa for the greeting
Professing the faith, I want all the smoke