Flashing Lights

[Produced by Kanye West and Eric Hudson] (Flashing lights) [Verse 1] She don't believe in shooting stars But she believe in shoes and cars Wood floors in the new apartment Couture from the store's departments You more like "love to start shit" I'm more of the trips to Florida Ordered the hors d'oeuvres, views of the water Straight from a page of your favorite author And the weather so breezy Man, why can't life always be this easy? She in the mirror dancing so sleazy I get a call like, "Where are you Yeezy?" And try to hit you with the ol-wu-wopte 'til I got flashed by the paparazzi Damn, these niggas got me I hate these niggas more than a Nazi [Hook: Dwele] As I recall I know you love to show off But I never thought that you would take it this far What do I know? (Flashing lights) [Verse 2] I know it's been a while sweetheart We hardly talk, I was doing my thang I know it was foul, baby Aye babe, lately, you've been all on my brain And if somebody woulda told me a month ago Fronting though: yo, I wouldn't wanna know If somebody woulda told me a year ago It'll go get this difficult Feeling like Katrina with no F.E.M.A Like Martin with no Gina Like a flight with no visa First class with the seat back, I still see ya In my past, you on the other side of the glass Of my memory's museum I'm just saying, hey Mona Lisa come home You know you can't roam without Caesar [Hook x2]