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won't save ya (Red Alert!)
Walking red flag with a cape, ya (Red Alert!)
One on my mind, I won't date ya (Red Alert!)
Bad bich it's giving fake, ya (Red

on the couch
by the TV. 3D visions of a soapflake, trumpets
blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt

image
A lack of substance 
Personality of a manikin
My sound isn't wanted 
Like I'll be accepted 
I see through fake 
Everybody is now looking for fame

behind your eyes
My voice inside your mind
Go ahead and try to Pray me away

Red rum written across my face
Blood shot eyes they cast their gaze
3 2 1 your

down 
Temptations all around me like its Motown, I'm Rolling Stones now 
Bet I leave with her before drinking my 4th round
I scored with three bitches,

three times year vacation
One of them
I'm just gettin back from
Pull out the red carpet get the drums
See (whatcha know?)
Like my dreams I got the visuals

when I hear a fake apology
Cold tears how grandma death still bothers me
Talking to God but the devil follows me
Ask me how I feel
Call you every Sunday

bled
My favourite colour red 
I never believed you mate 
Just die that's all I said
Just Die, just die
That's all I said
Just Die
That's all I said

good
Cuz she was known by pretty much by the whole hood
But once the Henny hit the system, I forgot how to pick 'em
Couldn't see the red flags right in

[Intro: Guys talkin about Tech N9ne]

"And the spiked red hair, and the, and, and paintin' his face..."
"Whoa, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man..."

in my mind
Tryna read a sign
All i see is just red light
Never be green light
Trying to figured it out by myself
I don't listen to someone else
Cause

And you're hit by the full force of something pushed back and hidden

That's found a crack somewhere and rapidly risen

From some river or lake buried way down

fighter
Then my mommy sent me to the shop with some kroon and a list of 3 items
1 2 3 4 50 sente in my hand
60 sekondes
7 rondtes
8gte mekaar
9n wonder die

bad
My mistake
Damn, for a second 
Kinda thought you were fake
What time is it
Ten past three
Lets get outta here 
We can now be free
Filled with glee

red
Blood nhi pasand tabhi toh inke dikhte asli colour
Ye raftaar mei kuch bhi bak kar
Kre na sense make par they make cents
Man I can do this shit all

piercing
 In this fake world
Appearance is the king
Shootdown your inner voice
Just look fresh and clean
And keep that face smiling
There's a need for a sign

skin Fenty, she rock Dior
I bareback the bitch, I hit her raw
Bone that bitch, yeah
Yeah, she bark like a dog
Like all flavours, got different colour

(Let's go, Nobel)
I'll be the help, I don't mind
(It's 3AM somewhere)

I stepped in
I ain't want you to be betrayed by my friends
It's on me,

business
You can stay or you can leave that fake love don't make no difference (Nah)
Red white and blue
Lambos for the crew (Crew)
Land of the free I cop

hoes I bet these niggas can not kill us
Smoking gelato different flavors nigga come and test us
Chopper came with a red beam I got three glock in my

The Light in My Little Girl's Eyes

The Legendary Pink Dots

Any Day Now

1987

on the couch by the TV. 3D visions of a
Soapflake, trumpets blared, a voice declared: "Are you feeling dirty?"
Yes but also very pleased. Heard applause, felt

Some You Win [Bonus Track]

Nina Nesbitt

Peroxide [Deluxe Edition]

2014

hey, but some you win
Hey hey, oh oh
But some you win

You go to write an apology
But I say I'm right pretend it's fake
I've got my friends

Smash the Mac

Crass

Best Before 1984

1986

to the consumer world.
Touch the surfaces smooth the veneer,
While three-quarters of the world starves.
What do you care?
The glitter continuing to glitter

and my eyes red tint
With my back turned to the horizon
Gotta keep my grip, even when my mind slip
Cause I can't let what I built start sliding
Raised by