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and you're so hood
Yeah right, all of that sounds good
But why you not allowed back in your own hood?
Somebody's lying
Catch you red handed and you're

both our names

my red initials swooping
gracefully across your green


Pain is ever-present,
That's the hand that we're all dealt.

But in each moment

in the alley
Way hey hey hey bully in the alley
Help me, Bob, I'm bully in the alley
Bully down in shinbone al

I found by self out under three oh
Wey

(I'm beautiful)
You're a dumbass and I'm Red Forman 
Hoe, I got all this clout and I got a doorman
I'm tryna save these bitches like The Lorax with

Back to back in my head
Reminiscing the dead
See lights of blue and red
Phone's tapped by the feds

Yellow tape losing my friends
I'm struggling

feeling really holy
God said get some money
I'm just doing what he told me
I'm just doing what he told me
I could never be the old me
If you're doing

It was back then in the hood that we would do drive by's for fun
Hitting licks in poverty and always on the run
There were times that I had thought

coming in
I can't help but think about my city
It's poor by the way
Lagos how far with Lagos on a Monday
Traffic is as bad as the news on the front page

Project 2025. A playbook by cowards.
They’re sayin’ he dropped the N-Word on Apprentice and tapes exist.
Melania only date he ever took you on was January

The Great Divide

Icehouse

Code Blue

1992

reaching out
Over the great divide
It?s a long, long road
Stretching out ahead
Step by step, step by step
Over the great divide

On a dead end street

party at all
Party party party party party

Let's paint the town red
Let's fake that we're dead
Let's wake up in bed
And face that we wed
We can do it all

focusing, she'd only begun
Oh, look what I've done, let our loving become
Always getting texts and lying 'bout who they're from
By the time I'm out in Costa

To landscape Fantasia into sheet music
Its Mona Lisa hand painted by a glee student
Imagination translated, I speak fluent
This here is the soundtrack

This is Pony Boy and I'm a regular freak
I gets busy 'til you miss me
Shit you better believe
Catch me pop it, lock it, roll it steady
Move it by

Les gars veulent faire la guerre
Mais en vrai, y'on meme pas de fucking armes
Non y'a pas de bla bla
Red beam, j'enlève ton âme
Can you tell me what you

on streets of red paint
Pursuing heads, call me Ichabod Crane
Leaving pain in your cranium like an ichiban gang
My brand symbol heated up with one character,

don't understand it why are you here
A hundred hands around my neck every year and still I manage to keep you at my rear
You're red in the face just like

prescription, better remedy than medicine
Broken up in His Presence, now you’re open to let Him in
Blind to the darkness, livin’ scared of light
Starts with just

you’re Eatin off me I hope you choke
I smoke that gas like a 2 stroke
Red line revving
High like heaven
Grab me a leaf
Then roll up 7
You’d think I was

things
I ain't tryna get grabbed
Just re-d up now we mow dis trap
2 birds up, put my faith in this cap
Nearly every week man load up straps
See us

eloquent
This that trusted instruction for your spiritual development
Red letters the best letters coming straight to you from the source
The only endeavor

with that Red Wing boot gang
And y'all could thank me now
They hate me but still play me 'cause I can make the crowd
Jump around it's getting loud it's

fascinated by the wealth I'm taking
Can't look behind me
Fuck my past
Bitch I know I'm changing
For the better
I'm taking chances
No holding grudges
Apologize

Stick by stick I'm stacking up
I've been busy working non-stop
Haven't got paid but I got a lot
Step in red covered on the floor
Ain't no carpet, proof