Lyrics:
He's a ghost, he's a god
He's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
In his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
His red right hand
from skies,
Stuck on red eye
Still on my phone
Ringing in my mind,
Broken wires,
You'll never know
What it feels like
I'm sleepwalking
Daydreaming,
Breeds contempt you see
Our shouting punctuated by southpaw grammar
Is red the only color that we see?
Barbed wire kisses staining all of our memories
It's
It's a trap, it's a trap
Why they ain't tell us red and blue don't matter when you black?
Matter of fact we in blindfolds, bunch of lost souls
man
By the way, how are the kids?
I'm your little red rooster baby
I prefer wheat to pellets
I'm your little red rooster
Hey I like the way you
wanna see them
I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams"
Rose gold rozay Rollie
Sexy lil' red Hitech, bitch
Trap out that spot,
and the snitches ended up dead lobsters
Wrap the birds in red tape call them bitches Red Robins
Pops had Kilos, I needed one key I would've made Cops
Free my niggas
And from city hall comes the wire that said simply boo'
Here comes the judge, here comes the judge, judge to judge
Well I think by now you know how leftists
I wish I could sit here forever and watch the world go by
I wish I was god, the all-seeing eye
Often, I stand by my window, and just like a fly
Well how do you do private William Mcbride
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
I'll rest for awhile in the warm summer sun
I've been
to learn how
Truth is, I was born in the sky
Fearless, I've got nothing to hide
I feed the fire by walking the wire
Sometimes I fall
But failure is a ghost
turn red
I won't think about the end
I'll just meet you in my bed
But by december
You'll probably be naked with a stranger
But he won't eat you out
Yea
Yea
Cus I used to inspire, and he still do inspire
Woah
Woah
Woah
We can't find that purple then we working with that red
I got yellow for
is red
Hanging on by a thread
Hoping it has no end
So I can survive
All I feel is heat
Crawling through the trees
Afraid I'll never be free
I get money they notice it by the drip
I get money they notice it by the drip
I get money they notice it by the drip
Louie shirt Louie belt with some
trouble, I see death
See the red dots on my head
See the reaper by my bed
Bout to take my final breath, yuh
Father please forgive me for all of my sins
I
tools are tyres bumper jacks or wire
To the good ones or the bad
In wintertime there was a depot stove
And a table for a checker game
And every
guess
Is the way we measure a man's success
By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy
Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop
Right turn,
Oh two dot three, oh
(The god)
The god is going down now (Is going down)
Red cup growing on desk (Red cup)
Burnt on digital slow
More widening
Oh
The desert sands painted red
Creates an apocalyptic image of its time
A dying landscape
Electric towers burn
Blistering wires on fire
No more golden
like a bomb
with all red wires
all this pressure
all this pressure
maybe it means
im gonna be
all this pressure
all this pressure
maybe this means
im
picture but we all got different poses
Now I'm looking in my rear view, I see the world in it
I try to slow down, and I get rear ended
Pause, like a red
Red light, yellow light, green light, go!
Lock in, let's start the show
Do it live with the dynamic D.U.O
The allergies, all systems go
There's
Well, I pulled on trouble's braids
And I hid in the briars out by the quick mud
Stayin' away from the main roads
Passin' out wolf tickets downwind
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