Lyrics:
from experience that they won't roll by,
With a scowl and a frown
We'll keep our peckers down
And prepare for depression and doom and dread,
We're
this is do or die
You're red wine and this a genocide
Why do you dance with the devil but won't dance with me
Why do we act and pretend like its not
like a fly
Well, like a moth to a flame
Blinded by desire
Forgetting all the pain, like
She's got too many red flags
It's a warning sign
But I cannot
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
nigga)
Don't make me go and get the Wraith
I'm trynna dodge another case
Order Ace of Spades by the case
Tell 'em shoot the nigga in his face
I keep
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
banks, wanna stack ?
Red like panini, eating steaks and zucchini
Wit' ya broad in Tahiti, big ass green bikini
I don't spit on tracks, I throw up on em
sheltered from the rain
Somehow I knew someday
We'd come here again
Put on your red dress, baby
And wear your smile
Say goodnight to your sister
We're gonna
leaping from the
end of night
Now you're sleeping tight
Dreams inside a box
I'm passing by a sunless island
Facts outside a door
Nothing is
around the time
(Smile please, all smile, you too, Sir)
(I am smiling)
All lined up in a wedding group
'Ere we are for a photograph
We're all dressed up in
to paradise
Pray, pretty, won't you tell me what's on your mind
She's got a rhythm from a red car, she's got a rhythm from a red car
(In your eyes I see, you're
Start this album out by saying
I love you p-red
I wish you weren't dead
Fucck a piece of lead
One time he carried an
AR across a persons lawn
In his
They've got a secret weapon
They're so stupid that it hurts
All of them are incels
'Cause all of them are creeps
Grab them by the collar and then twist 'til
Melo (yeah, yeah)
(Menoh)
My car is red and my diamonds yellow
I shoot like I'm Melo, her booty like Jell-O
You are not my mans, nigga, you're not
Angels and Ministers of Grace
Come defend who's been praying
I've found you wanting by your weight
Who did you think you'd be saving?
Then suddenly,
bled through
Gallons of red in my rear view, ay zenit'su
Fuck with my crew and you're dead too
Flick of the wrist, now you bled through
Gallons of red in
attached to no fools
Treasure the life you have and within it you'll find jewels
Life's a game but I refuse to play by the worlds rule
They're like
Where did
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
She wore red shoes by the drugstore
As the rain splashed the nickel
Spilled like chablis along the midway
There's a little blue jay
In a red
the luggage
Shout out Donny Sublime
Shout out Bobby on Hundreds
Not too many is touching, double M G this summer
The Red album, lil' red shorty, you can't
left to sacrifice
It isn't worth holding out until my vision dies
I'm trapped inside the red room of an album lost to time
The days that we saw eye
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
I don't know about you
But I need a little getaway
I bet you're feeling it, too
Girl, it's written all over your face
Let's go somewhere where
ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over at me
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
[Verse 3]
Photo album on the counter, your
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