Lyrics:
better run it back
Covered by the blood dressed in red like I'm solo
Got the grace and the blessing
With the spirit of Manolo
Sowed the seed
It's time
The parade of souls
Is marching across the sky
Their heat and their light bathed in blue
As they march by
The All Stars play
'When the Saints
home.
So baby
We won’t stop for any red light.
I’ll hold you tight till the daylight
And then I’ll drive you home. <br/>And then I’ll
niggas it wit me Wakanda
Brownin wit red hair I nickname her Wanda my life is a movie no need for a Oscar
Ran it up n ran it back
Turned the audio
waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair
"One kiss, my
clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
I'm in the red-light district, like a cop on the beat
Livin' in a nightmare on Elm Street
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
a sumo
Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your
Cuban
Opp froze up like it was red light
Whole gang lit, she like
"Damn, you know Stan, right?"
This is not a Hanes white tee
Get the brand right
Seen
to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her
said yeah bitch, yeah bitch, retch it down
I feel like cumming, yeah I’m cummin' again
I feel like cumming, yeah I’m cummin' again
Shine some light
corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by the SinSquad side
Blue light, red light
I told broski "Spin this
shit, the wicked basket from caskets
Plus I'm rollin' blunts with niggas ashes
Smoke on the choke, light a toke until it's proper
I deserve an Oscar
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
A brand new paragon
We draw the sign of thy brotherhood
And may run a red flood
It's time for insurrection!
We want to find out
The blue of the sky
The joy
SRT full throttle like I'm in a damn nascar
Got a rocket for my engine lil nigga I jus blast off
They tryna play wit me brand new switch I'm ready
and stock tips
Catching up with those who had a head start
Used to get eviction notices that had a red mark
The lights was out, that's why we sip dark
to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her
Jivin Jack breezed by
Knows what he's gonna do
He's gonna write a letter
And mail it to Sue
You may have seen them dancin'
At the local saloon
I
down my window she said
“we can have some fun”
I thought about the last time
and the time before
My face turned red the light turned green
and I put it
left in my heart
And the red is for the color we're about to paint this town
Ooh, I gotta new tattoo
New tattoo
I gotta brand new tattoo
All the colors
to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot
Into her
Break The Cycle
If they red then will you cut em
If they white then do you trust em
If they blue then will you buss em
Break The Cycle
If we spaz then
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