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mind and you knew
I can't be found inside,
There's someone else who only sees
In black and white and filthy reds.

Only once the room is silent,
Only

a ride

The curtains close
Last call before we capsize
And I don't feel a thing

Code red
Intruder in the panic room
I can let you in if we can share

God I miss sadness
It does not hurt
Maybe just a bit?
Your shaking mouth
Red room and hours passing by
The lake and the elevator at night
I fucking miss

beauty's nothing when she's standing next to me
It's skating fast in parking lots
Her hair falls back exposing her to the sun
It's watching the sunset behind

Dive bars and pool halls
Her cigarettes were menthols
And everything that's left in between

There's a jukebox in the corner
And the waitress's

Count the stars while we young 
Love takin trips by the water
Bathe in the sun 

Got your attention, no i can't pretend
Give you what you givin, promise i

I walk in the room I start getting the stares
The jewels on my neck my diamonds they glare
The red in my cup looking bloody it's scary
I left her

Can't hold myself back (back, back)
High heels 
Red dress
All by yourself
Gotta catch my breath

I'm slippin' into the lava
And I'm tryna keep from goin'

niggas hate when I'm in the room[00:28.52]Nobody want that rat ass bitch, get out your feelings, fool[00:31.83]My young boys, they play with ARs and f-n's,

There's a room that's blood red
It locks from the outside instead
I can't sit still when I'm in it
When I know adjacent from it
That there's a life

an angel that flies through the room
Breathing soon
But right now it's taken away by you
Breathing again
Dancing with souls lamented
Singing again
So we can

Ever since that moment you first opened your eyes and cried, you were ushered to calm down
Sadness could be combatted by ice cream, or friends,

(Uh, I'm sorry to Cardi, I'm sorry to Birdman, I'm sorry to Thug, but this is Easy Street nigga)
(Shonin Records, I got the best artists in

I still remember how you laugh,
Cheeks light up the room with rosy red,
I don't recall of what you said in the end,
I still dream of when you hold my

ain't camping
I ain't graduate so you know I ain't capping
Can't sit still so its lights camera action
I ain't stopping 'til the Mafia got rooms in

Dive bars and pool halls
Her cigarettes were menthols
And everything that's left in between

There's a jukebox in the corner
And the waitress's

at an end
You always grow tired of your lover
You never get bored with a friend

And suddenly out by the window the sky muttered blackness and fear
The room

to turn ha out 
Do it by herself she a hustler yea I'm lovin ha 

Where the recipe 
Where the rest of me 
Yea yea 
Air max on my feet 
Got bout 3 a piece

on the ground we know that's vanished and withered

The moth leaps in the darkened room, cnd the dog lies curled by the fire. It's cold outside. There she stands

I love you, too
My girls say, I love you, too
I'm in my room, I'm by myself
I'm still just askin' for his meal

I pop up, I do stuff up on my head

but uh
You can smell it cause it's potent
All about my paper and you know it
So I tell em, put it in a cone if you can't roll it
Reggie Miller kush will

you stuck up in your room
With nothing else to do
But watch our dreams come true
369 We got the spoon
And this bitch is gold
All that hard work pay off,

Phew!
I feel good
Like I'm high above the clouds
Nothing in this world can hold me down

One look I've got to wonder "whose this masterpiece?"
She's

you hiding
Brothers come rolling in deep not making one peep scope them out and it's up with the fire
Now his ma's on tv with his ass on a T should