Lyrics:
Gransha and the Ballystockart Road.
This spike an boffyflow
I said I could describe the leaves
For Samuel and Felicity
Rich, red browny, half burnt
habit, you
Miss you when I smell smoke
See you in a old car go by
Miss you when I hear that song
That we danced to
Girl, I'm down to my last bad
there
For wearing of the green."
Then since the color we must wear
Is England's cruel red,
Sure Ireland's songs will ne'er forget
The blood that they
the cold wind
Seen Skeppy out in Shoreditch
He said the telly for the hoes
Keep them heffers off ya doorstep
Geese feathers under foreheads
Tempur-Pedic
and give it right back
For generations we been dealt bad hands with bad plans
Prove your dedication by hoppin' out Grand Ams
I'm at the premiere
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
a common man's words
I had such a good idea for a song
But Willie got there first
Well the phases and stages of life they were changing
And I was sure
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
on the risin' wind
We're goin' up around the bend
Bring a smile and a song for the banjo
Better get while the gettin's good
There's a place up ahead and I'm
as a picture baby
Red and blushing just before the night
Maybe love's like that for me
Maybe I can only see
As you take away the light
So hold me in
Everybody in the club right now
Tell the DJ to turn it loud
Baby girl this your favorite song,
This for girls who got their on car,
This for girls
I love all my friends
Thinkin' about this life I provide for them
This world has some real things dividin' 'em
My right hand, he's Muslim, I'll
I remember waitin' by the curb with Mr. Murphy
When daddy picked me up from school his eyes were red
We drove to the hospital in a hurry
Where my
sad warning
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for
the fields we go
Moonlight lady
Don't wanna tell you so long
Don't wanna mess up your song
Feelin' like I do I'm almost crazy
Choosin' all the red blue
Red sky bleedin' from my eye
Tides risin' up to new highs
I turn my back to the wind
Slowly driftin' away
I hear the night sing (welcome to your
Cap, cap, ya link snap, you slumped off in ya Cadillac
For what though, some diamonds and a Bentley what you dyin' for
Aight hoe, I'ma bake my cheese
The red is for blood shed
The blue is for the sad ass songs
We be singin' in church
While white man's heaven is black man's hell
The stars what we way
this little red button here is for?
Ooh!
I wish this song was louder!
Ooh!
I wish this song was louder!
Evil policeman patrol the city
They look for
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
hit by flying lead
You've not been hit by flying lead
You'd better close your eyes
You'd better bow your head
Wait for the ricochet
Ooh, ooh,
(I fell)
So fast (so fast)
Can't hold myself back (back, back)
High heels (high heels)
Red dress (red dress)
All by yourself
Gotta catch my
with you
I could never afford not to afford
I could never put my plans to the side with you
I could never see a red light
Like a deer with
today
Today Sunday
By your grave.
I say toodles Mr. Jim
You cherry picker
Taught me so well
How to spell those red in
And
And
Hey
You know
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