Lyrics:
a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Red alert is the color of panic
a story into that good night
Sing us a song for me
Hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Mass hysteria
Red alert is the color of panic
Elevated
old (Let's go)
By then cd's will be sold (Straight up, sheesh boy)
Rhymin' gonna get more cold
Music finna' make more gold (Yeah, yeah)
Two songs in one
Love song I wrote
I'm losing control
Everything happens by chance you gonna prove it
Bring you around to my time you wanna hear this
Love song I wrote
on a big red apple as we jog along the road||roving all over the land|roving all over the land||you'll find me by the river|where the lively otter plays|or
the things that will never be songs...
never more wet concrete for song street...
This is not more wet concrete for new song street...
not poor silked
the blues america
Get busy, Humpty
The red, the white, the blue and
The blue and the red for Crips and Bloods
The white for who's got you doin
Time bustin
Panda motor on a '94 'Vette
Fish bowl, televisions pimpin' I ain't done yet
I got the checker red leather and I'm sittin' on chrome
On 26 inches just
bang blue (Blue)
Some of my niggas bang red (Bang red)
My diamonds two tone
Le-Leave me by my lone yeah
Now you tryna see what I'm on
Get the fuck up out
enter
People dey fall to the center
For my song dem dey mental
See my eye don red ah
Yeah
No matter the Weather
Anyhow the matter
You go choose my song
wreckage
That I've come to love so well
Yes, color me stunned and dazzled
By all the red white and blue flashing lights
In the American intersection
like slave, but we no see any gain and we dey look God face.
Gone are the days when our account's always red, and we dey beg for bread but them dey give
Say you got it
Demonstrate
Ice me out
By the way
By the way, ooh, by the way
Show me love, don't shy away
Oh, we up all night
Fucked all day
Bring you back to me, lick, and roll, and raise your inner sun
Live and die for it
Swearing by black maths
In bed, we're fed, we're wed
And unembarrassed
You can live by the sword and die by the pen
I write in black but all of my rum is red
I bet you wish I had targeted ya man's instead
But if you
best at nothing
Bitches drippin' by the boat
Single, taken, I don't know
Green and red all on my toes
Chiefin' meds don't call my folks
Wrist is
called it Helga
Codeine by the lean-a, pounds of gasoline-a, and Griselda
Servin' with my nina, cookin' good Christina Aguilera
In that cherry-red
potato hop the toad
Grey the skies that bode
Oh so well, for adventure is owed
Life's a debt
We repay by living
Givin' thanks for thanks giving
Fillin'
Creativity starts not at home
Not through the phone, and not alone
By listening to me, you will see
That you'll start thinking creatively
Take
Come on down to the riverside, where the sun comes up and the sky turns red, you won't
Be denied
Me and the devil, sippin' on that moonshine, what we
You want a love song?
It's been weighing on me heavy I wanna take a whole page
This little baby has been lost for days
Savages done peeped
Same ol song I been singing
That’s why I’m taking trips on every weekend
Doing what I wanna for no reason
Dimmed my light for way too long now
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
me, and they down with the reason
Changing up the seasons, white bunny, red rum
I took it by the head and fucking beat it like a drum
If you got
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