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)
I say, I say
(The light, the light)
(Don't front on it) Don't front on it
(The light, the light)
(When it comes) When it comes, when it comes
(The light, the light, don't run from it
The light, the light) Hey

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 executives mention
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

[Repeat: x2]
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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ADAM W. BLACKSTONE, ERIC D. II WORTHAM, GEORGE MCCURDY, JILL H. SCOTT, RANDY BOWLAND