Lyrics:
the club
We throwed them hunnids not no ones
Throwing them hunnids we fuck them
Whole by the firm
Step in the club
Pocket full of hundred, no ones
Choppa
enemy
For all your hungers and thirsts
Everything's reversed
Immersed the wage of sin it hurts
Cause evil lurks up in high places
Up on red faces
You can
it
What goes up must come on down
Get your feet back on the ground
Narcissus in a red dress
You're like all the rest, Miss
Blinded by your own
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Im tryna get by
(Huh)
So i stay high
(Yuh)
"Tell Me Again"
(Words and Music by Geoff Moore and Steven Curtis Chapman)
Verse One
A little boy sitting on a metal folding chair,
In what appears
Smack goes to flip the coin
Toss arsonal and Cassidy get
In an argument about who gets to
Pick "tails" as their choice
I said once again I'm here-
Let 'em float on by, high into the sky
Just like a red balloon
Monday morning
Shoot up like a rocket
Yeah, the sun is shining
Keep it in my
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team, I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never
DRINKIN HER
RED RED WINE WINE WINE
BRIDGE:
TIME DRAGS BY AND
THE PRICE WAS HIGH
I HEARD HIM SAYIN
NO REGRETS, I'VE DONE MY TIME
NEVER AGAIN TO WALK THAT
Oh-oh-oh
Yeah, I bet by now they're missin' me
So I ain't stopping 'til I see
Rednecks, red letters, red dirt
One life, one bar, one church
Where
to the warning
Red Flag Red Flag
Don't let him in your story
Red Flag Red Flag
He'll be gone by morning
Red Flag Red Flag
Don't catch those feelings, cause he'll
then who (Son tell me who)
Burn a leaf and get it Hot in Herre, like Nelly do
I get high, like Mary J. is all I need to get by
Stay red eye
No need
start feelin' young
Them habaneros make me cry
'Til two hot tamales walk on by
Sportin' that
Red voodoo smile
Talkin' 'bout
Red voodoo
They
And if the sun refused to shine
I brought my island home
And darkness fell upon the earth
And once again I walk alone
I have pockets full of golden
Today, I will walk into the Civic Auditorium
As a 17-year-old high school graduate
And walk out-
"Name?" The man's grating voice
Cuts through my reverie
to the sky
And let times pass us by, while we chilling getting high (Mike Jones)
I be solo while I'm sipping drank, and blowing (do-do)
I'm from the city where
mountain so high
I been tied down
To this game that we play everyday
I watch the red flags fly in my face
Racing my own patience I know
I still run from my
baby straight to my head
You make me wanna watch you all night, walking by
Turn around and do it again, and again
The way you're rocking to this country
the perfect match
That compatibility results in passion
Results in unconditional giving of self
I hope I can say that again
Yeah, yeah
I'm good on any
the perfect match
That compatibility results in passion
Results in unconditional giving of self
I hope I can say that again
Yeah, yeah
I'm good on any
think now I'm a addict
Cause I stay high like living in a an addict
Look, I can fly ain't worried bout traffic
I can get by with or without you present
fought it
How much it cost ya'?
Whatchamacallit!
Scratch that!
I just need a little bit more effort from ya'
Zach Efron, 17 again on ya'
This love got
one in the browning grass by the sagging four foot high chain link fence
Drops it in a bag marked 'Evidence'
Here come that Caprice again
Rolling too
I choose fast
I stay fly, please don't blow my high
Phone calls when I ride by
I get high, I fell asleep on a xan
I crashed the five and I jumped
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