Lyrics:
stare of a dog whose day is done
As he watered the green stuff in his glass and the drops fell one by one
Then I got to figgering who he was and wondering
their tracks
But we ain’t gonna waste ‘em on you
Don’t talk to me like I’m Tiffany
Read the room ‘fore you cross the line
Just because she pats you
on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic?
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
on
You sweat as you step, about to get hype
Or should you just listen to the man on the mic?
You're physically in this with me but how could you tell
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for cross-tops in my mind
On my
throat and blow like weapons
Shawty want it like Electra
They so dumb on another spectrum
Bloody marry he seeing the red room
Taking flight like I'm in
Want me to come to her room
It's a big difference between me and you
Imma win in everything that I do
You can just tell by the way that I move
Fresh
at some pavement
Locked in a white room talking to a cellmate,
“This is just some grams, imagine if you sell weight
cnd what if you were 18, your ass would
Doubted upon but it's my time to soar
People keep talking feel it in my core
No time for bragging I'm cutting red flags
No time for kidding I've seen body
morning,
Red evening, sun grieving,
All the day was misbehaved by college kids living in their age
And maybe I wanna bring them down,
Maybe I just wanna
single? Are you taken? Working towards your education?
I'm just askin, I'm just sayin, what's your current situation?
'Cause I see you 'cross the room
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
a blood but I'm covered by the blood
Baa I'm tough
These boys ain't built like me
Cause I ain't sell out for no gee as in money
Pull up gold chains swangin
tight
Take the pockets off so we can grip it right
Stand in front, we wanna see what we like
If the room's too dark, you bring a flashlight
Two is do
Leavin' semen in they British faces
Make'em kiss they partners with it in they faces
Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states
Got young ladies
Before you cross the border
Betta have your shit in order
Cuz now your spots is real playin so stayyyyy
[Red 1]
Aiyyo, we got 'em in a tight grip, but
to drive I Hurd the sirens
The devil tailing me behind
I look behind I know you lying the devil telling me lies
Blinded by the lights blue and red Life
air is thick with regret
Bitch, she left me in that room, that's tough as shit to forget
It's as glaring as the bruise her father's powerful fist left
I
Red hair blue eyes red lips black tie
Wanna see that ass in that dress let the wind fly
She's a fatal woman in disguise got the sauce
She's the head
Liza Radley, see the girl with long hair
See her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight
And all the people in the town where we live say she's
Never got hit by one, he cross the street wit his mac 10
He tryna' make some breesh off the back end
No keeping your strap in, not when a nigga threaten
I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
And still I try
No rest for cross-tops in my mind
On my
Small fry, sittin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You ain't a-grown up high and mighty yet
teach him with the sole of my shoe
Small fry, struttin' by the pool room
Small fry, should be in the school room
My, my, put down that cigarette
You
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