Lyrics:
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes)
Riding by myself in that all-red Enzo
Smoke make it look like I got tinted windows
Young Money, bitch, but for short, it's
One story building, can you still keep your feet, geez
Just a dollar or dime, when you're hitting the street my man please, all the fees, now they're
phone
Twenty shots I'm too far throwed
Like Abel I'm in my zone
Like Abel it's all I know
Addicted I lost control
Lost control
Overwhelmed by regret oh
shoulder... ? Aw, you're fulla shit, man... ah, listen, by the way, before I go on; did you get those white albums I sent ya with the pencil on the front... ?
a proclaimed musical artist
Who just released a new project by the name of "The Anthology"
He seems to tell us that he brought another special guest with him
art
Said F the rest
Now it's destiny that's calling me
To write my own anthology an apology to all my dreams
That always knew what I could be
Grip
Designed and directed by his
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Red right hand
Your nightmares are real
You'll see him in your nightmares
Red eyed snake
Simply trying to creep away from this place
Red eyed snake
I'm not gonna stick around all day
Red eyed snake
Now they've started
you're a lawyer or a texas oil man
Or some waitress busting ass at some liquor stand
If you got soul we hang out with people just like you
Well my
you're by my side
Things never feel mundane
Even when it rains
I know you'll keep my bouquet safe
My red, my red, my red bouquet
Darling, I hope you keep
to end)
Poison in their minds
Or the devil has their soul
Some believe their doing good by doing what they're told
Cries are shouted in the dark
hiding somewhere I can't see
And I'm alone, and I realize that when I get home
I wanna talk to my red and my cherry
Yes, I'm alone, and I realize when I
And then I see red... I see red
I see red... I see red
These situations make me feel so cold
It's like I've been replaced by someone I don't know
And I
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
the moonlight till the break of dawn
It's you I remember dancing with your red dress on
Dancing with your red dress on
I don't know the game we're playing
Judging by the way that you walk
I think that you think you're the shit
I am here to tell you you're not
Darling you're not darling you're not
as a body count?
You don't bang heavy metal
Last time you seen a Body Count on your hands
Was when Ice T put his first album out
You ain't a gangster you're
you're not just anybody
Count the red, count the red
(Count the red)
Count the red, count the red
Stay by my side
Every day and every night!
Count
the pain no more
I no fi want revenge
Or avenge for my heart
Baby you're a scavenger
Now I’m seeing red oh
I see what you doin'
See what you doin'
I de
Fuck your respect nigga pay me a check
Your 2 cents opinion won't buy me a Benz
Not even a Tesler not even a Lex
To be clear here you're wasting my
As we're cheerin' up by the fire
With champagne toast and lots of laughter
Let our worries slip away
And let the Christmas spirit take the reins
Ooh ooh
Red
As I collapse again
I am carried by the warm red
Flowing beneath me
Though my eyes close
They're eternally open
Free to ponder the eons
For bringing
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