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the street as the last bus goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
Toasts his God in the sky.
So come all ye young men who
Look up in the sky
There's a speck that's flying by
Red lights and I don't know why
Seems that I spend most of my time
Watching the planes go by
finally get a turn you be like,
'c'mon big money! Big money!'
[Ms. Red Bone]
Oh you funny but sonny I ain't just some hoochie you can yank up
By
the roof won't fall
Mind over matter
Hope my brain won't splatter, yuh
Open on the concrete
Laid out by a Sunbeam
'65, roll the dice
Eyes glued
alone.
Oh, and did you ever stop to wonder
'Bout the times that she laid by your side,
When you know that I was right,
And you finally realize
You
Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles-
God took up Daniel once again,
Stood by his and side and- miracle of miracles-
Walked him through the lions
More to fear than bein broke
They so broke they snatch your coat
All our teens will cope
No wonder they take this codeine and coke
More to fear than
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian,
proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot
Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot
Y'all better not me fuckin' with me
Who, him? Yeah,
ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss
Is it any wonder that your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head
got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga
You don't know what you what miss
Is it any wonder that your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was
ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss
Is it any wonder that your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you
ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a kiss
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you don't know what you what miss
Is it any wonder that your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, he don't know what he missed
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, that poor old wooden head
Kaw-Liga was a lonely Indian,
I'm constantly surrounded by a feeling
It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets.
It followed me out to the car and to the park
She said
I'm constantly surrounded by a feeling
It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets.
It followed me out to the car and to the park
She said
I'm constantly surrounded by a feeling
It came swirling down and crawled beneath my sheets.
It followed me out to the car and to the park
She said
Yea
Yea
Floral swords
Ready
Whip like a Razorback
Keep a impha red beam no laser tag
Ring don't play it back
King, don't say it flat
Let the lil big
and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in
red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do
on the side of you
Window rolled down, 'profile'
Then we wonder why we see this side of you
Probably comin' from the dope house
We could let you slide but
raised in a lower middle class family with only one
brother Michael whom I love dearly.
He was five years my senior.
My father's nickname was Red which I
I'm so repugnant
Complicated, convoluted
Know that I love it
Yeah
But it's just really hard to see, right?
Blinded by my thoughts
Get lost with the weed
What a scary place to be
Talking to my demons
What a scary face to see
They got horns
Red eyes
And crooked teeth
I've always been the kind to wonder
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