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Someone once told me
Drink till your better don't write notes
Or send love letters I wrote down on your
Red sweater I won't find anyone better

I

red, face peeling off
I like your look in the sun
Skin's hot
Take that bikini off
You're tan, I'm burnt by the sun
Head hurts
My skin is falling off
Na

Feel this burning cigarette
Not good for you its no carrot
Twisted like Harley in the head
All I see is red
The pain The pain
The pain The pain

taking flight waking up rolling fire
Chop it and chill for a week let it dry
All my familia get piece of the pie
I roll the purple put red in my eyes
Some

Hook:
My cup Mexican,
I’m sippin green and red,
Shawty heaven sent,
I know jus by the head,
Jus cause I know the jwet,
They tryna be my friend,
But

nothing bout me normal
how do i restore my wings
god know i'm tortured


no one knows my soul, they distracted by exterior
looks n things take, me way too

Crashing violent by the state line
Dirty vodka got a co-sign
Red lights
It’s so perfect that I might die
Dirty vodka got a co-sign

Estamos subiendo niveles

with

 No remorse 



Red light bitch 

Bitch we spin it day and time 

Pussy boy gon talk them shells gon

Leave his body leaking 



Smoking on dat

my mother with that mouth
Come home Mr. Marlboro Red
While we all sing the washboard blues
You're at the motel getting ran through
Rode by saw your

To the fireworks show
Are you ready guys

Three two One Bang

Such beautiful colors
Lighting up the sky
Red, blue, green
And gold are passing by

Purple, orange,

world

Then I heard a foul sound
And every third grave growled
My father was gone, a few red feathers fell
The police asked me questions but there really

Get out of my room
Get out of my room
You fuckin' goon

Get out of my room 
Get out of my room
You fuckin' looney toon

I'll catch you by the bed

like I’m starving
Bucks like Giannis
Talking bout the score
But we up by a margin
Ever since I started rapping
I’m a target
Goat in this shit
So lay out

in, & trust the process 
Look
Wraith Sundays the album on the way!! 
Look 
That shit 100 though

Written By: William Wheeler, Mr Red Sparks

I roll one up smoke by the pool & sit in silence,
They watch & copy what I’m doing just to try it, 
I was the first one in my city on this slime

Head to war, you bet I'm going all alone
I don't care if it's red or green, I'm gonna go
Not afraid of what is evil anymore
I won't stop till my name

a muffled sound
Thousands at once
Witnessed by none
Exiled from a perfect world
Stale perfection was preserved
Stale continuation, the walls reverted
Stale in

nights
Unsure lunges and red eyes, that's how you take flight
Wonder if it was written, or everything in the way's
My doing, decision's made, my dreams

you pretty flowers
Won't let a day go by
Won't let a day go by
Won't let a day go by

Tell me you do
Tell me you do
Tell me you feel it too
It's your

her hands and paints the gutter her canvas
Her template made from red
Sinister art formed by the darkness
That lies in all of us
Her razor blade slicing

by the hands of our creator
Streets run red through endless walls of fire
Burnt human flesh triggers my

The sky turns black and earth out-hollowed

filled

You say that it isn't meant to be
If it were you would know and feel
You say that the red flags keep us safe
Even tho they were planted by someone

Plastic knives in the hand  
 Give the red - give the end  
 Choke on my throat and stab my liver  
 To be red and blue 
  
 Don't stop if you see my

handa for æ poppin in this bitch
Guttan pull opp som det Red Light
Blowe på nå clouds som va pakka i nå airtight
Mørker enn en basement guttan mine