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and asks you beautiful questions
under the harvest moon.
Of the wild red leaves where the dead wait for you.
Gone from this dream, miles from earth.
I have
on
Red stands for blessings
And blue for beginnings
I remember them all
I'm sure if you listen
You'll hear my soul whisper
Purple, I wish you the best
on the floor like when she lower her pants for me
Did this by myself cause ain't nobody gone stand for me
Hoodie on I'm Melo but I'm shootin like Anthony
I can't
go Jungle eyes red
Looking for trouble
And that's Nas dancing with dimes
But who's his manage
The imperial thug
Is cold deep grand wiz
We taking
coat and long sleeves
hideaway…
take trouble and spin it around
and mistify your own song
I walked and you sat down on the shore
forgive me for
other friend
Asked me What does he know?
Vote for Bill Clinton
My daddy told me so.
So I said
Come one come all of you
Let's sing a song
I don't care who
baby sing along
I gotta white girl with red hair she turn me on
She say florida girls by neechiebeatz that's her favorite rap song
Babygirl bad like that
vibration or either say give it up the hood situations
A little bit of red bull and vodka might kill the fatigue it's Hennessey and crunk juice for me
For
Don't ever play that song again
I swear to god it's true
I'll go all blank, I'm seeing red
Counting the idle times
From a hard-headed babylon
resides with the red in your eyes
The right words down
For the wrong surprise
It's been a week
Since I seen
That face I left behind
It's hidden in the crowd
better
This is my song for you, this is my letter
I just want to tell you from the jump
I been heartbroken so many times
I got a lot of permanent scars
But
passin' um by
The tension mounds
Now he's number two
All out of rubba
And runnin on fuse
He's door to door
Outta time for
He sees those checkers
Proverbial Storm
AK & The Red Kites
Written by A.Knightley
I dedicate all my time to you
You wanted more than I can ever give, it's true
And as I
Yesterday
So now I have exactly nine days left
To release this song for your birthday
Actually, no, I have eleven more
Hours, after all I’m in the Moscow time
I know it's easy
To write a song for you
But baby believe me
I'll always be true
So we'll slow dance in the kitchen
While records are spinning our
bitches probably watching
Got the Gadget-Go flow, Nobu and So-Ho
I've been crossed by some niggas I used to go toe-to-toe for
Blow for blow flow, sick
the bank for my
Kids and my kids' kids' kids, facts
I'm Elvis if he said fuck a lot
I'm Waylon if he didn't see the cops
I'm Buddy Holly 'cause I got the bop
at these red lights
Red lights
Yeah you stuck up in my head like
Head like
I just want you by my bedside
Bedside
Yeah you know that you my best side
Best
of your black rose
It's funeral time
It is closing curse
No time to cry
When bitter moon turns red for beast
Ten sharpened nails against you fists
Your
since I met you
Looking at the cars that drive on by
While spring is making promise outside
Red cars are quite rare I realize
Then I wonder which
I hated all of december
I was by my fuckin'
self for a long time
like a snowman
Hate being in this moment
But it wont be
so lonely this year
I
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
flaws, she filled with silicone
And she ain't all innocent, she did a nigga wrong
I got a playlist for your heart, girl, pick a song
I'm so sick of,
Beat-up truck kicks up dust on this deserted road
Radio screams a love song a melody that explodes
In the hollowness of my heart a painful echo
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