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.