Well, on the city of lights

you gotta grow up fast

and everybody's gonna love you

bu-but it won't last.

And all those cameras at your face

that you won't see

and at the end you don't know

how blind you'd be.

And so get up from your seat and

so turn on the sound.

Put your hand on the volume

and turn it up loud.

Give it up for the haters

they have in doubt

'Cause the truth about fame

you don't know what it 's about.

Because we're hot like the piramyds

VolHolla!

If you're feeling this.

For the belly dancers

asking for a piece of this.

The rules of the games,

so i guess you gotta just-just

up from the ground like a step of my piramyd.

Ha, Ha!

We are trying hate like our land but,

Ah! Nah! I see just diving for the fame, so just

Stop! Stop! And you know I'm just a plan, but

All I can hear is my girl CeCe.

Arabian nights

In the city of lights.

Arabian nights

In the city of lights.

Well, on the city of lights

you gotta grow up fast

and everybody's gonna love you

but it won't last.

And all those cameras at your face

that you won't see

and at the end you don't know

how blind you'd be.

Here we go.

Cuz I know

That you really wanna see me

Take it slow

But that's not really want before.

I'm gonna blow up like desert storm

Cause I know

That you really wanna see me

Take it slow

But that's not really want before.

I'm gonna blow up like desert storm

Arabian nights

In the city of lights.

Arabian nights

In the city of lights.

Arabian nights,

in the dark city haze

VolHolla is so high

Your rhythm, we're not.

The whole world will see.

CeCe, c'mon.

Arabian lights

In the city of lights.

We're on the city of lights, man.

Arabian nights, yeah!

City of lights.

We're on the city of lights.