Lyrics:
an old wine bottle
Had sunk and left the glass green
Behind it too
The sky cleared as if the white sediment there had sunk
Or as if the arm
and sterilized who's to blame?
Cries
Flames inside our eyes
Razor Lines
Flowing red like wine
You sold us a bad tomorrow, watching our hopes demoralize
The red light of the evening
The cotton that you wear
They cover up your neck this way
Your calm and naked crying
Washing off Chanel
From the edges
Can you see when you're blind?
Bend and incline
Fall face first when you realiize your crime
You're so fine
Stained carpet with my red wine
Passed
[Rappin' 4-Tay]
How would I rap? How would I rhyme? How would I get me some piece of mine?
Players like to recline, simple and expensive wine
Not that
to blame
i believed in us in vain
i come around just to find
all the landmarks gone
(now they're gone again)
nevermore the same red wine
i'll never play our
In stained blood and the smell of dried roses and cheap perfume,
Serendipidy awoke to find herself blacked by purple rain that fell from the sky
Love
Fire hydrant No 79 standin' on the corner by the no-parking sign
You're the only friend I got in Nashville Tennessee
You work for the city in
at Olive Garden
Wine bottles on tablecloths
Balling out like tea baggin'
I'm paid, I copped Alfredo sauce
The manager comes up
Says, "Spose, we love all your
tears, them OG's liein
I talked to the karma king tryin
To get the game score it ain't red or blue
The color green start the gang war
I did some things in
across the nose
Parents drinkin' wine and worn-out clothes
Skylights, late night
Fake fights, short flights
City watchin' on the red-eye
Are real, oh, they're so real
Sofa, daydream, time that rolls by, a catalyst for doubles and red wine
I, I miss my two player high
And I will wait
I was walking such a fine line
trouble keeps me looking for more
We were drinking so much red wine
Didn’t know that I fell out the door
We were
resolutions
Making up problems; making up solutions
Maybe we're a hairline, going through some hard times
Take this puppy west for a red wine skyline
Maybe,
The lotus tree in the seventh heaven is the place of my revelation
Paradise is my wine and hell is the heat of my scorching wind
Constellations
stable
Streaming apps, better cable
A cool-ass neighbor (what's up?)
We be slidin' by with the orange wine
Got incense and candles lit (ah)
Smellin'
Witches Don't Fall in Love (feat. Kristoffer Rygg)
She said "witches don't fall in love"
Skull ring shimmered round her finger
Raven hair, red
hell, "you know I'm on that shit right?"
"You knowin' what I'm with right?"
Saw them at the red light
Had to slide by 'em with the lead pipe
Good times and diamond rings
Red eyes and plastic kings
Am I alright? Am I alright?
Don't comfort me
I'm feeling fine, I'm feeling fine
In this
there but never in time
The telephone rings till he picks up—another dead line
Kicks the wall and grits his teeth then pours some more red wine
Deal
spread fine
If looks could kill, she'd make the headline in a fake mind
I sat down, she poured some red wine, I reached for a cup to sip
Did I drink
Paris France
Where they dance
Hey London
Give me a chance
Israel Palestine
Everybody Feelin Fine
Drinkin Wine in Roma
Barcelona and Verona
Red eye
Wine flowed in ashtrays,
Mea Culpa we cried,
Till the Balkan mob,
Took us for a ride.
He was stripped by force,
60 miles per hour,
Out
a kitchen roll, just use me up
Use me up
Just use me up
The drizzle I'll turn into fine wine
To serve on a tray in the den
And all I'll have raining from
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