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(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

gave way

Nelly's in the red room, Nelly's in the red room
Ooh-wah-ooh
Nelly's in the red room, Nelly's in the red room
Ooh-wah-ooh
Ooh-wah-ooh
Ooh

Mr. Zero

The Yardbirds

The Best of the Yardbirds Featuring Clapton & Beck

1999

Diamonds of silvery rain in the fountains
And ten-cent red roses from department store counters
Watching the moonlight reflect off the river

trust, can't vent, I put my feelings in my rhymes
They been plotting on the low
Like could I really be this blind
It's been so many red flags and I ain't

All my diamonds look like gloss (Yuh)
Nigga lost in the sauce, red dots at yo' top (At yo' top)
When it comes to my gang, man I swear I'll never cross

cops[02:46.89]But I shouldn't do this much philosophizing because I'm not John Locke[02:50.26]Walk in this bitch like Christopher Columbus[02:52.32]I should kill

to the plate. Get it right this life. Take my throne, reclaim my place. Emerge with elegance. Elephant in the room. Identify the looming presence. With a pharaoh

Your mother choked on my cock, my god rest her soul
(red)Now a moment of silence, pleaseRest In peace
(red)I'm running shit like stepping in piles of dog

Red Nation

Lil Wayne

Tear Drop, Vol. 4: The Return of Liltunechi

2011

Throw your muthafucking Cincinnati hats in the sky
Nigga don't ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max nine fives I,
Walk on the moon, flow

Party Dub [Version]

Big Audio Dynamite

This Is Big Audio Dynamite

1985

let's go plug a hand granade

Thank you boss for Red Cross
Apreciate good will
No no no, stomach for our loss
Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill

A Party

Big Audio Dynamite

This Is Big Audio Dynamite

1985

let's go plug a hand grenade

Thank you boss for Red Cross
Apreciate good will
No no no, stomach for our loss
Yeah yeah yeah, I feel quite ill

Than freaking Christopher Cross

But they wouldn't know their names
It's only me 
I was raised as I live 
In 1970

I spend my times 
Gettin' along
Get

Roses are red violates are blue
My heart turn cold now its black over blue
Losing myself to these moods I'm a fool
Yeah
I chill in the red room blue

canvases
And He will only paint the most beautiful versions of us
Who were dipped in the red that dripped from the cross upon which His Son hung for all

seated at her desk
I got my mask on like an explorer at Chernobyl
My lanyard cross my shoulder
No assignments in my folder cuz they all online
Knowing we

And the bowl filled with Scrawberries
Type of flight I sit alone in 
Travel buddy you can go with 
New laces for a thick red bone bitch
Ion usually give in

the paper
Wintertime, drop the top, flex on all the haters
I'm in love with diamond chains, fuck a wedding ring
Love to spoil myself, I by myself

I'm pretty adamant about it cus of who she is
So when I walk up in that room we getting straight to business 
And this is where we take a turn 
Be

thro' the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled

make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers

Red, Black & Blue
Lyrics by Jesse Blaze Snider

This is my new big stick policy, straight from my lips, to your ears.
This is my new foreign policy,

am in the circle of winners
No room for weak links and that's the standard
Realest in the city, ain't no stand-ins
Turncoats and chameleons, you see

Chick-A-Boom

Van Morrison

Brown Eyed Beginnings

1998

(Shut that door)

(Cross the floor) ha-ha

Hey, girl!
When ya swish and sway
In your yellow dress
'Cross the crowded room
Boom, chicka-boom,

professor at home
Teaching the family pronouncing words in Ingle's
No time to play games no room to complain
Mama work that switch like fans turning