Lyrics:
what ya gonna keep
Red, red dirt cheap
There's something different
About this town
Growin' up on
Hallowed ground
We like it simple
We love it proud
We
to heaven
Felt my feet were burning
From the same red hot ground
to heaven
Felt my feet were burning
From the same red hot ground
me gently by the hand
This was our happy 'ever after'
So motherfucker kiss the ground
She had a red red scarf
Around her neck
Her eyes were
gonna take a drive
With the night, by myself, tryna stay alive
Ground shakes like a beaten drum
Goin' crazy on the rhythm
Got me dancin' to the beat
You
Colors, colors, are all around
Lots of colors on the ground
Colors in the sky , in the tree
Ten million colors for us to see
A shiny red apple,
by hook or crook
Life on a knife to the same you took
The best we do is all we'll get
The price no worry you will get get paid Eyes grew red
I've
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
got my pain open
The cycle only stops, when it's broken
When a door closes, the other's wide open
Red traffic lights
As I Drive-by
This lit up street
Sequoia's winters were sixteen
Silent tongue spirit clean
He walked at his father's side
Across the smoking battle ground
Where red and white men lay
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're all folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now
Come gather 'round, friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men
of here
Baby, faster than a rolling tear
Ain't no grass gonna grow under me when you're gone
No, I won't stay down for long
I'd hit the ground
I'd
town to town
The kids would laugh at her red dirt clothes
Call her names and push her to the ground
She'd hide behind
The seats of the movie house every
rounds
On the titanic it's about to go down (Yea)
And by "It's" I mean me, with your bitch on the ground
Choppa get fit like it's lifting 150 pounds
(Got
Yeah, yeah-ah
Yeah, yeah-ah, ah
Is there a place where I can hide away?
Red lips, French-kiss my worries all away
There must be a sweeter place
the shackles on my soul
Hands on the ground and can't let go
I feel like a mess; scars upon my chest
Ain't no need to get sad after all the red flags you waved
fall on Alabama
One of these days I'm gonna lay my hammer down
Gonna make a joyful sound
Away from this red dirt ground
She grew up tall she grew up
And with gleaming showers of being
I'll douse the fleeting ground with meaning
Red raindrops
Red raindrops
Red raindrops
Red raindrops
Red raindrops
Red
All the rules play by me I'm the sentinel
Got my angels by my side I'm the sentinel
Shoot the devil to the ground like professionals
Make them mad,
controlled by the aggravation in my life. In my life
All my devastation won't undermine or define the creation in my time. In my time
Red blooded man. She got
pon di ground we got the new gun
Run it Red shot a fly out of the nozzle
Man a drop on the ground by the dozzle
This a no M16 This no Mac 11
Bust me
the truth
Up on the mountain, it's up to you
Here by the mountain we wrought
Here by the mountain we fought
Now the roses are dead, they used to be red
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