Lyrics:
Yeah, woo, yeah
That's the idea, man
The fuckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man
Fuck, shut up, man, you're
A room full of candles
Slowly burns down
In candlesticks of bottles
Old bottles of wine
A sea of red roses
Lying on the floor
Illuminated by
soldiers, when they was tryna keep me in the game, I crossed over
Feds tryna intercept the pack and got Moss'd over
Filipino hoes in the room get tossed
you will ride
Tryin' to catch this devil herd.... a-cross these endless
skies.
Yipie i ay Yipie i oh
Ghost riders in the sky.
Ghost riders in the sky.
the trap, call Jeep or somethin'
Might get Ball with a half P or somethin'
Might be in a SRT or somethin'
Krispy might make a bitch cream or somethin'
Cross
me
Boy let me, let me
Let me do those things for you
I been watching you from way 'cross the room
Won't ya come and rock it out with me
You
blowing out with a bang
When you think you know the game
You don't know anything at all
You cross the red line once again
Freefall
Hope you've
a astronaut
This will be the biggest leap that you ever hop
It seems niggas are fly and the junkies are high
And in my line of work that goes side by side
Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up)
'Fore you get your punk-ass smoked
I'm back by popular demand and so
All black interior on the cherry red
to toe in this Kombat Mortal to immortal
Leave him red-eyed, Kano
Light in the Darkness
Spotlighting evilness
Shady
Deflating egos like footballs Tom Brady
The parade passes by
Raise your hands
For Beckett, Yeats
And Bobby Sands
In a state of grace
On St. Patrick's Day
Nanananana yeah
Right
Nananana
like to strum?
I don't care what we do
For I am more than satisfied as long as you are by my side.
As long as the band plays, hide-hay-hay.
Red hot, I
Strawbs - The Antique Suite
The reaper stood before him in the room
His melancholy smile matched the gloom
He tried to rise but fell back where he
red bike there's room on the axle
We'll be far from this light by night oh
Lady on a bicycle
Stirring the air
She glides by I sigh
I can see in your
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies
I dissolve by two would you agree with me at all
Mark it in your blueprints on the cutting room floor
Making changes as you go, they're almost ready
Looking at his son across the room
He feared to cross that divide
But how long could he stay in this dark
That allows us all to hide
Is there
"Ah
Whatever goes around eventually comes back to you
So you gotta be careful, baby
And look both ways before you cross my mind"
Did you ever
Looking at his son across the room
He feared to cross that divide
But how long could he stay in this dark
That allows us all to hide
Is there
snakes fly
Carried like ravens in the sky
By heavens breath on wings of death
Blood will run red
As we sever bodies from their heads
We main
No one knows from where you came
The Red Cross takes you to your grave
For which your government kindly pays
WHITE CROSS upon the hillside
There lies
If it's cleaned up, shined up, pedal down on main
You can bet he's pickin' up some pretty country thing
If it's covered up in red mud with
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
keep pushing on
In this concrete jungle, from dusk 'til dawn
Rolling with my crew, we ain't got no fear
Homies by my side, we know the end is near
Every
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