Lyrics:
(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
coming, brother crying grab my mother by the arm
We start to run as I wonder why it's a
Blood red moon that we all to see
It's a blood red moon that's
your lips on me
Put it on so you can take it off of me
Cashmere, left it lying by your bed
It's the color red, how could I forget?
Cashmere
a cowboy
6 shooter in my hand
Lick shots, reload, and do it again
Red mist
Splattered on my forearm and fist
When u shooting this close it hard to miss
You started a fire in my head
You're love's got me high, I'm seeing red
You started a fire in my head
You're love's got me high, I'm seeing red
they belong in the runnel
When I spit all you see is red
Red
I'll leave you snoozing in bed
Bed
By the time you know it, you'll be dead
Bullet thought
banshee
Red eyed in the stu making late night frees, late night frees
Why you tryna be like me, be like me
Why you tryna be like me, be like me
Flying high
to do
The sky turned red and we tried to warn you
No mountain is too high to climb
When you got the drive to climb
Up to the bloody moon (Woah, ay)
Crypt
might lift me up again
Fuck a co-pilot, dumb highs
To feel like half a man
Did ya notice when the moon turned red?
Did ya notice that the moon turned
Moon
down for all the world to see
But I forgot my pen
Shit the bed again
Typical
Strapped down my bed, feet cold and eyes red
I'm out of my head. Am I
anymore, it's so surreal
I can't survive if this is all that's real
All I wanna do is get high by the beach
Get high by the beach get high
All I wanna
heads to my beat
But then again
Red Hat and Walnut Creek
Where people gotta stand ‘cause I sold out the seats
Where people wave their hands and bob their
their deaths not in vain
Now reunited our world may be free once again
Three hammers high, in the burning red sky
Forged in the fire, protectors
gave me pills (blue-red)
Ask me how it feels (don`t care)
Ask me how it goes (don`t care)
Never seen no ghosts (oh my)
Never seen no ghosts (oh my)
Uh uh
And my name ATM
Young and skilled with the pen
And I'm on a Niquo beat back at it again with the
Freddie Kane flow but I ain't cooking up the dope
of the high notes
When you ride the high-low
Tryna get by like a rhino
Only like this life when I'm high though
My eyes bloody red like albino
Say I look sad
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
your jewels
You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red
Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you got a ass stopping traffic like a red
Stopping traffic like a red
Red rover red rover red rover Red rover
You used to come like you was Sent over
Time Of our lives we didn’t Know then what those were
There’s no need
flying high, yeah, I be flying high, yeah
Take a sip revive, take a trip to the down south, yeah
I be flying high, can't you tell from my red eyes?
when i'm sleeping
don't be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony, my mind is clear.
i may be low or miles high off in the distance, i want you near.
And that gal he was with come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that
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