Lyrics:
I filled with the lock
Don't get left in red socks
Cause your bitch call me big papi
I said put a sock in
And I don't play for the socks
Especially
more hateful
Instead, we ran off and hid
Just occurred to me that those awkward moments
Were only amplified by our cars
The fleeting freedom,
brighter
We only declaim that what we sense
We might expect a pence
For our performance
Where we dropped our defense
Where we bared our soiled souls
Where
six cardinal colors:
Yellow, red, orange, green, blue, and purple
And there are 3, 000 shades
And if you take these 3, 000
Shades and divide them by 6
by the red and blue
A promised land for the rising Jew
Our blood is their water
Our blood is their water
Our blood is their water
Our blood is their
about me was true and legendary
I done got Lewinsky and paid secretaries
For all my niggas with babies by bitches
That use their kids as meal tickets
People divided by color or creed
Won't unite to fight the powers supreme
Division & hypocrisy the governmental seed
Freedom has a price, no,
sell confederate flags to red necks
Get rich its the ultimate in payback
Money stacks for the Hay stacks
Charge em twice as much for their TRUMP hats
God's will to have
We spilled indigenous blood soaked up the red with our flag
The Irish came the Italians too - some hated that
The nativist told these
friends cause you fed them lies
Downplayed our love maybe I was blind
I loved you through all the ugliness
For you to go live like I don’t exist
What
Gotta reject the charter start a new chapter
TJ with the pen, don't judge a book by its cover
Hit the 3 point shot for the win at Saratoga
We
see these McBane brothers
They'll throw you off a stage
For staging theatrics
We'll call your card by name
Why d'you think we're called the McBanes
Just
Right from the start
We all have been afraid
Of death and sorrow in our lives
Hopelessness relieved by the
Red face
Red hands
Painted
Black
From
heart faster than you know
In the net caught by the caster
Took the bait this your fate you're sold
Seeing sick substance sold
Out online onus our own
at best
And a mess for the few of us left
Yet Out of honour and faith and respect
We free kings carried on with our quest
Knowing our destiny death
Onwards
The cigarette smoke from our eyes
You'll hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill
And a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils up
Dried rose petals, red brown circles
Framed your eyes and stained your knuckles
And all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread
hear?
(Trying to appeal to my peers)
But I seem to think ahead of them by seven years
No cheers, don't drink beer or go out til I hear roosters crow,
I've been crossing the state lines
Looking for an alibi for why I love you
Your lips taste like American pie
Tears are swallowed by the velvet sky,
familiar gaze
A bathos by the time I'm logged in, I've got the keys
Relieve stress
Horticultures, binaries
Vilified for a change
I raise the hands I sought
Now's da time to find a vibe wit sis n both my brothers nigga
We are living our own life as time is passing by
We all get along 4 as 1 as we steady vibe
3 am, mustang speedin'
Two lovers, headed for a dead end
Too fast, hold tight
He laughs does motor moves
Runnin' through the red lights!
Hollerin'
this, ya leg shot
Young nigga pulled up in a Demon with that choppa
He a demon, you get a red dot
Real gangster outta Memphis
Book me for a show, I'm
our pathways awhile
[Chorus]
Come and sit by my side, if you love me
Do not hasten to bid me adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
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