Life

Twenty-two and confused on what to do And how to set it up Kinda drunk, sort of high She's a broken Miss America Never learned how to love 'Cause the answers are stuck Behind closed doors You can call it a night when the lights In the club don't shine no more When the lights in the club Don't shine no more When the lights in the club Don't shine no more She wrote it on the bathroom wall In her favorite shade of lipstick l-IF-E She wrote it on the bathroom wall In her favorite shade of lipstick L-IF-E, L-IF-E Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E L-IF-E oh, oh, we're just tryna figure out Only dreams 'bout the lights So he's having trouble getting up He's convinced only Kanye knows how To make it in America Never learned how to love 'cause the answers Are stuck in all of the lights All of the lights He will call it a night when the Lights in the studio shine no more When the lights in the studio shine no more Yeah oh, oh When the lights in the studio shine no more She wrote it on the bathroom wall In her favorite shade of lipstick l-IF-E She wrote it on the bathroom wall In her favorite shade of lipstick L-IF-E, L-IF-E Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E L-IF-E Oh, oh, we're just tryna figure out L-IF-E Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E L-IF-E oh, oh, we're just tryna figure out She wrote it on the bathroom wall In her favorite shade of lipstick l-IF-E She wrote it on the bathroom wall In her favorite shade of lipstick L-IF-E, L-IF-E Oh, oh, she just tryna figure out L-IF-E L-IF-E oh, oh, I'm just tryna figure out