Lyrics:
Everbody on the streets
This a little thesis coming from me
When I throw up baguettes, sitting at the bar
Or smoking a little red life in my car
I
I wake up and got four or
Five bitches in the bed
Smokin weed, Drinkin liquor by da keg
I was born an OG if yaint heard about me
I put four or five
these days, they ain't goin' by the books
Proceed with caution, if you're not
You're lost in these fucked up times they
Have no remorse in
Get twisted,
Showtime (flamers)
If you sippin' on somthin put
It down right now get Money
We bout to get it poppin, this song
Jahlil Beats
I like my rosé red
MAFIA, nuff said
Niggas disrespect just I dead
Just I dead
MC's will turn red from the shot I lick
Ceaser sick
Too much shagging, too much drinking
Too
Huh yeah, yeah, yeah (Aw man) , yeah
If the bitch got a paper plane by her bed
That mean that she fuck with Khalifa
Rollin' up Js and pourin' out
Hard to figure why things are the way they are
All that I know is we’re living on a pebble by a burning (Burning star)
In the red poor corner country
to Russia, see the Red Square
Lenin's body lying dead there
From Kyoto, Hiroshima
Watch the black cloud crawling nearer
There were riots in America
Just
expecting her and she's got work to do
He helplessly stands by
It's meaningless to try
As he rubs his red-rimmed eyes
He says, I've never seen her get
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
It's just the milkman's dawn round
Smalltown, hiding undercovers
The lodgers
second-hand obstacles,
But only to make matters worse.
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady, Jackie,
From Optima staffing, figure laughing.
Shut up
The Bloodmobile
The Bloodmobile
A delivery service inside us
We begin in the heart's right ventricle
And travel to the lungs
Red blood cells
heads, as singles and weds
As Tories and Reds
And that's how I'm fed
And that's how I'm fed
Smalltown, snoring under blankets
Woken by the clank
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
a hidden fuse.
It's hard to see just what you have, when you're seeing red,
And easy to do something that you know you will regret,
Better stop, think,
was thick and still
Now I'm not one to soon forget and I bet I never will
Picture for a moment the perfect irony
A flawless new beginning eclipsed by
Corners
And all the spots in Beantown where niggas carry burners
But I was more turned on by the microphone
So one cold morning, I left home
Next I'm
Sharp is the wind
Cold is the rain
Harsh is the livelong day
Upon the wide open plain
By Donnelly's hollow
Under sod gorse and furze
There
know you wish that you could do it too
People think that they can do it like Swollen
The Members do it like you never knew
Getting it, by the grip,
And this wasn't all in my head.
See, they took me by the hand
And invited me right in.
Then they showed me something
I don't even know where to begin.
that's my Red Scare
I was swindled as my relationship dwindled
When I gave all my cream to those gold diggin' dimples
By the dawn's early light, tried hard
I know it's not like me to
Hold back, but this time I knew
You must be silent to increase the volume
In your head
Blood run red
I'm
out my headspace
Run this shit, I'm starting to by my whips now for the leg space
(Got this shit up out the) yeah, Baby
Got this shit up out
Smacked in your mouth by a nigga rockin' six rings
24 karat, all gold, like a young king
These niggas playin' both parts like Regina King
Dick in
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