I was rollin' down the way, and I saw this girl About twelve years old, in a grown up world She liked fancy cars, fancy rings She wanted the life That only money could bring I could tell that she, by the look in her eyes Would do anything, to get that life Didn? t talk down to her, didn? t make her cry But I said a few words That could change her life
When it comes, the light, the light Don? t front on it, the light, the light When it comes The light, the light, don? t run from it The light, the light
I was sittin? here trippin? 'bout half of the night Cause the song that I was working on Was bringing me strife Don? t wanna give up, cause it? s just that nice
Let me stop tryna force the issue I been getting all the right lines But I ain? t been paying attention Must be trippin? off of what them records Want me to be what they want me to be But that ain? t really my vision I? m scorching hot like fire So let me stop all this trippin? Forgin to my own funky fantastic dimension Let me do what a sister like me do And put some funk in the kitchen Let me stop all this trippin? and listen
When it comes, the light, the light Don? t front on it, the light, the light When it comes The light, the light, don? t run from it The light, the light
When it comes, the light, the light Don? t front on it, the light, the light When it comes The light, the light, don? t run from it The light, the light
Compositores: Vidal Davis, Andre Harris, Jill Scott