Lyrics:
sippin on that moonshine.
It's that whiskey drinkin pill poppin' bud smokin' redneck son. Ridin' all night hittin' lines yellin' fuck the law.
We flyin'
glory is true.
Paint the Town Red
Gold's not all that glitters,
And penniless fools cry in there beer,
Staring at broken down castles,
Eyes
talkin' with my accent
We held hands and waded into
That blue water
She left her flip-flops by my Red Wings on the beach
Yeah, but now I'm dodging
on the fight, we cut yo melon
Drinkin' that old English Red Bull and Blue Bull
Mean I draggin' with that cheap shit, fuck it, we was broke
Little bad ass, my
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
When I get married, if I ever do
Don't give me a diamond, it's something I'll lose
I'll get red wine on me by the end of the night
So I don't
And as sad as it was, her blue eyes inspired me
And switched on a light in my mind
And when she was gone, I wrote down a song
To claim the moment as mine
But
Believe! (swerve)
Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game hoe
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James hoe
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
game, ho!
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho!
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho!
I'm poppin' too, these blue
this town
Who are you pretty woman?
I like your red dress and what a smile
Do you want a whiskey?
Wanna dance with me tonight?
Tell me something about
stayed in bed longer
And just kept on hittin' the snooze
At a bar after work
Sitting by a TV
Saw this red-faced senator
Shouting at me
Oh
Repeating history
Well I guess we all fit into that slogan
On your fast food marquee
Red blooded white skinned and oh the blues
Oh and the blues I got
dignity
Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues
Said he'd give me information if his name wasn't used
He wanted money up front, said he was abused
By
at the window, gonna ask the maid, "Have you seen dignity?"
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors
Lookin' into
you nothing?
I've been drinkin' just to release
My anxiety aid demons of me
Keep talkin' shit, don't know you nothing?
Keep talkin' shit, don't know you
type of Heir
Royal flush, I'm the ace, you can tell just by your ear
Breathe on that, and if you can't, then your hearing is impaired
I could do a mute
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
the opps pray then blast in their medulla
Ask who's gon' do ya?
Ask who's gon' do ya
Red and blue troopers
Trained art of shooters
Ask who's snow made summer
at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin' frisked by the cops
They only tryin' to get props, for blowin' off a black man's top
Up in
will be white red by tonight
Ay yeah uh yeah
My skin will be white red by tonight
I don't give up all of these bitches n they pick me up
Getting my coke
dog got a razor blade tucked in his boot
Don’t call my phone I keep it on mute
I’m drinkin' on hen in the booth yea
I smoke a whole zip in the coup
Just
Blues gettin sung, nuggets of wisdom
I got da 2 for da one
Brotha speak softly and carry a gun
Nothin new under the sun
Play with the kid but the kid not
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