Lyrics:
stuck in my head
Deep contrast to my tremendous past
I will fly again up to the red skies
This is the place where I want to live
Just a moment
fish
Black sand deserts grow blood red cactus
Dust devils twist human bodies in half
Black sands down the hourglass that's our ass
This ain't the past
20,000 more by the end of this season
The Bush Administration has red blood on it's hands
Put 'em all in prison, and save our promised land
They spend
Been on the south side of town
No patch on my jacket
Had to pick a reefer up
Had nowhere to stash it
Caught red-handed, then you know how to catch it
Noah’s dog, down by the river in a wooly fog. I’m no celebrity hot tub devotee, but I’ll come if you call to me.
Russian red and pink grapefruit, don’t
loadin' up another one
I'm so controversial, you can't tell me nothin
I'm at the European party with my Russian one
I know you thought your ex-man was
and we've got no place to hide
Our innocence blinds us from your words distortion
The Promise Land brings upon a promised death
Led by the right path, for
eyes are looking out for you
He's sees the red you wear
He's got you in his sights
No time to beg for mercy
When you're the Reaper's prize
Stand up
I CC'ed every girl that
I'd see-see 'round town
And hate to see y'all frown but
I'd rather see her smilin'
Wetness all around me, true
But I'm no
Aw Cool & Dre
I was the one who believed in you
Hahahaha
I got one bad chick, she by my side
About two more wait-in outside
Roll out the red
You make me feel so nice (so nice)
Only with you by my side (side, side, side)
Yeah, lookin' back in the past, that shit was bad, I mean past
sweat, and blood and pain on the African soil but we are survivors
Red Earth
It's a red Earth
Our past they tell our difference
History makes no difference
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries
And that the land that I live in has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it, they tell it so well
The cavalries charged, the Indians fell
to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
to abide
And that land that I live in
Has God on its side
Oh, the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
adjectives
And my flow don't need no adlibs
The booth the battlefield
Flag red like I'm Russian, call me Vladimir
Took a picture with the pistol, gave it
over the
Country this past March, on
The night of his "Welcome
Back" concert in Philadelphia
Around 70 dirt bikes and ATVs
Were confiscated by
the bad shit
Floatin on the sands of lands where ain't no passion
Holding on the stance of then, stuck on the past shit
Stuck on the past shit
Stuck
now he's all of me
Through blood red eyes is all I see
Heart cold like a stone sayin' rip
The devil ain't got no hold on me
We past that now he's all
In our brave new world
In our brave new world
No one hears a sound
No one hears a sound
Can we touch the sky
Can we touch a sky
Feet lift off
Los Angeles
Kalaveras with Chilaquiles
Penning a truthful introspective
Red wine glass by the waves of Venice
That's right
Bag chasing for that pot
take their stand
With hands nailed and bored by scars
It gets worrisome for the land of the bland
Because the sands of hail and gore will soon rain like
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