Lyrics:
the stars
Anticlimactic as Mars was, still
A red Earth with no way of knowing
The silver colossus exists just to be growing
A red Earth with no way
I saw you sittin' there sippin' red wine down at Causen Mills
I knew you'd prob'ly be outta my league but I though, what the hell?
Aw, what
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
a party on a boat, somebody make some gumbo
Shoutout Yamamotos and Chilombos, uh
Rose gold decorations, do it for your girl in commemoration
Look, I'ma
colors
Ooh, I wanna see it in the moonlight
Yellow, red, orange robe, askin' for donation (oh)
I'm not a tourist, nigga, this is not vacation
(I am not
(Verse 1)
On a rocket of ambition, fueled by the unknown,
A journey to the red frontier, where dreams are sown.
Mars beckons, a distant crimson
Young Money nigga for sure
Camped out in front your house, we just lit up some smores
Now these niggas want bars, Butterfingers, Snickers, and Mars
He said:
Son my name is Boregard Rippy
I come to you from Tupelo Mississippi
I write songs that'll sing like a bird
I play licks on my guitar
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
Yeah, haha, woo, shit
Mm (aight), whoa-oh oh
Yeah, yeah
Guess what? I ain't come in yet
I'm comin' in a minute
Ayo, this is my love song, it
pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she's a star
[Chorus]
Something about her probably can't live without her
my point across
I'ma get my joint across
Country y'all gon' want me p
"This is a song that makes me
Spill out all my guts "
I was raised by an Indian warrior way out on some Kansas plain
I guess that's why they call me red skin cause no one ever knew my name
No one ever
She's back, yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), ah (yeah)
It's Sexyy
Red hair, red car, slidin' to my songs (yoom)
Yeah, I look good when I
red, yeah
Blood on that package by the back door
These niggas ain’t juggin’
I can show ‘em how to trap though
Cold blooded steppa’
Show ‘em how to work
assorted tints, assorted flavors too.
The supercilious cheechako might designate them high,
But one acquires a taste for them and likes them by-and-by
today,
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
that Vitamin Water
That's money to blow cause your money for blow
Don't take no shit you can blame my Ma I'm in the maze,
I'm in a daze, I'm losing it
Sawmill Road
As the years went by
The world began to change
One by one we outgrew
Those childhood games
Momma cooked and cleaned
And worried 'bout
Paid 90 for my grill and lost it, that's why I ain't smilin' (damn)
You got Sean, you got Hit, you got Grizz, Kash Dolla
Paint you red, throw you in
a chair we couldn't break
And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake
The night before Christmas I cried with the cold
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
For the love that went away
Dead red roses on my bed
All the times when I was standing all by myself
And I'll stand there again
Well over and over
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