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I'll take a bad bitch and put her on game
I'll take a rapper and call him by name
Just to show Yall we ain't talking the same

I'm high as hell, hiding

I'ma back it up ayy
I be standing on ten toes ain't nobody else standin' on ten toes I'm on red on me
I'ma run it up on you
I'ma run a check on you ayy

In the depths of London's misty nights
A shadow lurks, concealed by moonlight
He's the one they call Jack the Ripper
A phantom, a killer, a gruesome

darkness
I want to kill my own mind
I'm taking the easy way out
Tortured by thoughts of a slaughter
Born just to blot out the sun
Letting my hate feed

Stressin out
Til you red-eyed

You don't really that nigga girl no stress about it
You don't really need no drama girl don't stress about it
Knowing

1981 Dodge Station Wagon
Fire engine red, AC dead, muffler dragging
We'd driven that ol' car down every road of the sunshine state
Our whole life

Come inside have some wine, don't be rude
We serve red or white if you're in the mood
Chill and unwind, close your eyes, we don't mind
Be patient

I’m gon’ stand on trial for playing the field 
Of love
 
There’s a little red demon calling 
Got me sippin’ up when I’m touring 
It’s a bad time to be

blue and red lights flash 
Crazy how that fear got us freezing up 
We Protected by the enemy to us 

Damn the republic for which it stands 
One nation

company
You said, "Don't forget me when you're gone"
I just need to spend some time on my own

Turning reds flags Auburn, you said it was the come down

Just to make em believe that

You've got it together
All your ducks in row
Cause you should know better by now
You're not eighteen anymore

So why do I

Playing body guard
As my friend decides to record
The whole trip
You back at home and i wish
I was by your side
Early morning flights
And i was still tryna

The years go by
And the bug stays on my mind

It's always on my mind
It's just always on my mind
It's just always on my mind

We hold on tight
Wrapped

There's a tall tale told
By the men who hold
Little Manson in the prison
And the story goes

There's a hidden place
In the desert waste
There's

Foot on the gas But I'm itchin
Sell a 3-5 out the kitchen Nigga said he talkin' in that One song

Oh he sport the red so I'm shootin' like it's cup pong

are you goin to
Ahhh
AHHH
Morning wakes red eyes
Their father sits in his rocking Chair
And waits by the fire
With a wind in the front door way

before seen by human eyes
They stand unaware of our presence
Not knowing that our minds are like leeches
Clinging to their soft innocent petals
They

met sla en camembert
Kom van top tot teen in D-Squared
Wodka red Bull door me aderen
Swarovski haarband in me haren
In me hand een chihuahua met een

to discover
My broken fragments don’t mend
But I will conjure another portrait instead

And oh, fueling the wildfires
Under a blood red sky
Burning with

filled
I was standing in line with Mr. Jimmy
And, man, did he look pretty ill
We decided that we would have a soda
My favorite flavor, cherry red
I sung my

Probably sacrilegious all the materials I’m combining
All this fine dining got my palate refining but Red Snapper lemon pepper got real estate in my mental

This one's for the ones who at most get by 
Trapped in a bar where the ghosts get live 
Broken skies full of crimson streaks
Bleed light from above

Huaraches
We turned sixteen, carry sticks like it's hockey
By seventeen, I cooked work like Hibachi
Used to call Wax and he comin' with shots
Start smokin'

i keep a heater red/side of the heated bed/ move stoned like  feet of fred/ 

—I only love her with an asterisk 
Footnote and headnods activist
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