Lyrics:
training in the grassy fatigues
Picking niggas off by the Red Sea
And did it all for Ghost, sniffin' on caffeine
a light lad may kiss and fly
A kiss gone by is bygone
Never have I asked an August sky
Where has last July gone?
Never have I wandered through the rye
from this desert he's in now
Well the first stop that Mack had made in Eden
Was off his horse and into the saloon
With a dusty deck of cards Mack started
ain't no doubt, she's an All American country girl
Well she comes pullin' up to you at a red light
In some high-fallutin fancy foreign car
Rich lady
a brand new start And time is special now, yeah The lion of pretty A circulation on the roads, flying in Rhythms, heartbeats, the lyrics guiding light
shining down on me
Green like the grass
Where we both used to be
[Chorus]
Colors of the rainbow
They light up the sky
With you by my side
I feel so alive
we’re right there by your side
Hold on tight to what you love
Don’t you ever give it up
Dancing ‘round in red, gold, and white
Oh
‘Cause it’s Christmas,
it's a brand new day
Lights on the horizon
Take your weapons
Load your guns
Count your seconds
We're fighting a machine
Take your weapons
Load your
the golden glow
The hearthstone fire all lined with coal
I said, I'm gonna change my ways
Couples were dancing by the jukebox light
Cops were out front
See that red light
Push the pedal down, what the fast life feel like?
Open road, pedal to the floor
We in a brand new AMG, you know what we on
Riding
and the hail
This is our club, The Red Nightingale
I found her on the radio
She was talking in disguise
I write until the lights go out
I live by
saw each other at the end of the trench
Stare him down didn't move an inch
Someone's destiny was coming soon
Then the night light up pouring red
With
Started talkin to them porch lights
She got a nigga
But she still gon' fuck me 'cause I'm rich
Don't let your pride get in the way
Made it from by the gas
better run it back
Covered by the blood dressed in red like I'm solo
Got the grace and the blessing
With the spirit of Manolo
Sowed the seed
It's time
Maybe you meet her at an airport, maybe you meet her at a bar
Maybe you meet her at a red light, when she bumps into your car
When she gives you her
to hold back
Sit tight
Red light
First gear
Just another night
I think its starting to clear
Three hundred horses in the alleys of the valley
[Featuring Loon]
No, Flagro
Uh, what!!
Yeah, Brand Nu' comin' through
Long Island, Harlem World, all out, all out
Let's talk
yo oscars
Poppa said boi act proper
And I Let god be my doctor
He gon make all right calls
He gon make all the light fall
On a real Nigga
Flip bills
pants kinda baggy
KC hat tilted, so now they wanna red flag me
I'm by the bar every time, point blank, Period
The door man hatin', takin' his job too
by the way)
Bitch I'm unlike most (uh-huh), keep a gun right close
Put my shooter on green, he'll blow (that's facts)
Even on a red light, he'll
blankets and a light blue flannel sheet
But morning breaks there are bills to pay I'm laughed at by the sun
And I feel like I am staring down the barrel
was just the right type
Man he laid it on real thick underneath of that gas light
She didn’t want to see it yet
But He was born in red hot iron
Three
slaughter
Makin' these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my Porschey
Lookin' hella fly and bossy
Sittin' at a red light waitin', Porsche's
Double cup, sipping this Act' though
I got some red and some Wock mix
I been leaning so bad off a light two
Bitch, I can bet you a car
I never sip no
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