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said I shoulda wanked you down the toilet
Its' just sometimes you make me see red
And i get a screw loose in my head,
Plus I was already angry,
You know

when
I said I shoulda wanked you down the toilet
Its' just sometimes you make me see red
And i get a screw loose in my head,
Plus I was already angry,

look dead
And you said, this is the sweetest red wine I ever tasted in my goddamn life
But I just can't sleep in this bed

I curse at the moon
And I

think I'm her remedy
Can't take back all the things that I said
Just think that I'm better off dead
I might go and paint the room red
You say that it's

die, I don't wanna die
Keep the bottles coming 'til I'm 65
Whip is blacking out I need the red inside
Bitches 22 up in the room I'm 'bout to 69
Haha

ain't seen mad yet, I ain't pissed enough
Now you see red eyes, 'cause i'm in the cut
I ain't built for the sittin' like a bot in the school
Don't give me

to the roof to get a hummer
I never had my own room
Test the limits every homeroom
Teacher'ed be like "yo I'm in no mood"
Before you ever found me bumping Your

swift
got the game by the neck in a chokehold bitch
hu mai lekar aata bounce like a low low whip
yeh sikander aur yungi ki hissedaari
on the map laaya

it do what it do
We gon' start in the kitchen, take
It off, bend it over
We gon' end up in a room
Yeah, start at one, keep it
Going, don't get tired
We

Do you
Think of me when you see the clothes in your room
That I left there? Do you even care?
No, you've probably burned them by now, haven't you?

could hardly come up with three hundred a month
But you loved my red rented room
Now even with the light turned off we know this is so clear (so clear)

could hardly come up with three hundred a month
But you loved my red rented room
Now even with the light turned off we know this is so clear (so clear)

Younger Days

Adeem

Sweet Talking Your Brain

an adult has decided to catapult
me over the picket fence to land on my 2.5 kids
I used to play in the sandbox with the same little voices
And I would always

She's Getting Ready

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

to paint her toes
back tattoo of a rose shows
99 problems, 98 are hoes
too much, decide to sit in the rain so I lie
yell from the living room "my

Drop of Paint

Amber Rubarth

New Green Lines

2008

Had my canvas primed in white, some water by my bed, a wooden palette smeared with reds and gray s and blues. Dipped my brush into the paint, traced

constructive
And don't solve anything 
Young drunk and angry youth seein' red
No room for forethought on that warpath we'd tread.....
Not skilled yet at coping

Breaking

The Swon Brothers

The Swon Brothers

2014

we can fight
We can spend the night sleeping in separate rooms
Checkmate baby, waiting on the next move
But it ain't about winning or losing

I'll

Pink pills drop through the trap door
Back room, red ropes there's a little more
Cheap thrills, I got what you're lookin' for
Gotta get it, uh
Gotta get

things I will never read
Yet by and large my only success
Comes from the things I do grudgingly
Dad tries to tell about future happiness
But I really don’t

parental stereo
mute
pointed to an instrumental voice instead so
hitting skin on speed he
red eyes while with me
she in the waiting room
reading into

bruised
I'm still bruised
I keep this ice all on my body
Just to prove

Now that up they ride
My dick now
Ex wanna be in my face
Because I'm rich now
I

You glow with the lights on
Not timid
With the lights off
Silhouette
In the red room
Curves
In the bedroom

Asampete wanyi oma
Asampete wanyi oma

Born Then Torn Apart

Deeds of Flesh

Trading Pieces

Feeding
Cranial juices
Toxins for human greed
For pleasure

Where life turns
Into a morbid reality

Infant site helplessly
In the crib
Not

She came through the door
On a cold winters night
The room filled with summer
Her eyes were as bright as the sun in july
She struck me like thunder