[Chorus: Lil Dijon]

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on

Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on

Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]

I don't give a fuck about the G shit, argh

Only give a fuck about a remix

Light a fire to your crib and burn your house down

I'm savin' the ashes like I was Steve Smith

I got the weed lit, you know how the cash feel

We puffin' on medicinal vac seals

And Young T just came here to puff weed

We bust beats, my brother let the lyrical axe wield

Look, bitch, I'm movin' the chron grams at

All the women with me got Louis Vuitton handbags

Rap samples, pray like a mac handle

This prodigy been poppin' the bottle, you better stand back

So where the grams at?

I get a second to none, my head's buzzed from adrenaline rush

'Cause I been whisperin' the ghost like I'm Jennifer Love

The 420 fam's gettin' it done, we straight kill shit

Headshot, brother, I'm lookin' red hot

Currency was lookin' the same colour as Mentos

Scorin', stayin' a free man like Morgan

Ballin', dollars and pounds on a Rolex watch

Guess what? You couldn't tell that

MDMA, I been poppin' it in a gel cap

Brudda, I'm the boy bringin' hell back (Argh)

On point with the pen, so you felt that

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on

Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on

Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

[Verse 2: ChillinIt]

Hustle on the grind

I was at the Rydges at Cronulla with his wife

So much cocaine here, flowin' through her vein

'Cause I'm lookin' at her pupils and they've doubled in the size

Brother, I was flyin', now I got a duffel on the side

Brother, now I suffer in the mind

Way that I be livin' got me sinnin' a million miles a minute

I can't even look my mother in the eyes

Nah, that ain't a lie, tell 'em all, "I don't wanna die"

Brother, got the money on the mind

Brudda, got the hunnids while the hunnids

I swear that we keep it a hunnid in the club

Yellin', "Cuzzy, it's a vibe"

Buzzin' off a line, battle with the fears

I was up and down, had to battle with the tears

Never did I quit, a lot can happen in a year

Fuck, now I happen to be here

Homie, I put on, homie, I be LeBron

Winnin' all the games for the Cleveland Cavaliers

Homie got a bong, quey and the chron

Did a hundred K with the patty in the rear

Because homie, I'm a stoner (Argh)

Pullin' over, nah, smack it into gear

Crack another beer, have another Vallie over here

Crackin' open Xannies over here with your bitch like

[Chorus: Lil Dijon]

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on

Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

All the pressure and the stress has got my mind gone

But pretty women wanna fuck me with the lights on

Yeah, so I told her bring the drugs until the high's gone

And cut the lights off, baby, cut the lights off, yeah

[Outro]

The reason that the girls liked me was

And I played and I sing and they said, "Hey, man

You, you got, you got soul in that music"

I said, "Yeah, I, I play a little bit, you know, I like mu—"

Then he said, "Man, you're really somebody"

I said, "Oh, I am?

Oh, I just got out of jail, I don't know what somebody is"