We don’t need to leave the lights on/
There’s a sniper on the roof and her sight’s on you/
We set a fire in the basement/
Admiring her placement/
Of fireworks and gunpowder.

This is that… elevator music for your life/
Met her at an open bar one night/
Said it wasn’t ever really going right/
Set her into motion, hold her tight/
Having this conversation over whiskey stones and PBR/
Ninety three, Wu Tang Clan, tight rolled jeans, VCR’s/
Sentimental in a way that made me/
Fall in love without acting crazy/
All about that Kanye & Jay Z/
Tattoo said Rap Won’t Save Me/
She said “in this life, baby there are no kings”/
And after the whiskey shots we’ll entertain all of your old dreams/
So there we were eye to eye and drink for drink/
Sitting on top of the world not giving a damn of whatever the goons think/
On the brink of making a plan, breaking it down, calling the shots/
A modern day Bonnie & Clyde or better yet Mickey & Mallory Knox/
Talk is talk is talk is talk walking in front of the land mines/
After all was said and done we promised that it was the last time/
We would make this type of risk but the bounty was so appealing/
Running in and out of houses and shattering glass ceilings.

We don’t need to leave the lights on/
There’s a sniper on the roof and her sight’s on you/
We set a fire in the basement/
Admiring her placement/
Of fireworks and gunpowder.

On to the next establishment/
We’d Go for the neck and damage it/
Hope for the best in planning this/
With open ended candlesticks/
Making arrangements now/
You’re making your patience proud/
These god forsaken men are inches away from making a sound/
Tonight is different, I can feel it in the nicotine/
Sifting through addresses looking for the next to hit with ease/
And then she lost her cool, something was getting to her/
This plan is bulletproof, and if not together we’ll burn!
SO Take control girl! My duty is being the getaway driver/
We’re making gold girl! Soon to be living on elegant islands/
Let’s grow old girl! Who can be greater than what we created?/
Slow your role girl! Remember the topics that we debated/
Two’s the richer, ones the suicidal victim/
Hell hath no fury On a man that acts suspicious/
They called them all in, dependent on the task force/
I’m knocking on the front door, she’s coming through the back yard.

We don’t need to leave the lights on/
There’s a sniper on the roof and her sight’s on you/
We set a fire in the basement/
Admiring her placement/
Of fireworks and gunpowder.