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In Toronto back when Kyle Lowry scoring buckets in Finals
Atmospheric Development, A Psy like Asylum
Red Sea we gone have to part the wave
time they lit a pole
Red dot at a red light
Now he gone
Hadda take his oxygen
KB heir to the throne
I hope he ain't tell his momma that
He was coming
Gloria in Excelsis, Freedom, and a
Dodi Li
Salted season and a Holy One
Pearls in cupboards and hot cross buns
The willow and the tulips
Join nasturtium
I should stay on for a month
To guide him to his London life
His table strewn with books
Red circles on a map
His properties in London town
the sun
Presley Vegas suite just for me well deserved
Bitch we come in peace we roll deep Passenger
Psst RED HUH
Take Off Niggas Heads
Soldiers In
or around the corner. I don't like looking at myself anymore
I'm scared by my own face in the bathroom
I'm hurt even by my own appearance- I see yesterday's
I hiked out to the country
On a path of self discovery
But all I found was a cherry blossom tree
As I believe in harming melodies
Hypnotized by
here with someone else
(He's not what I'm looking for)
Instead I see it 'cross the room
(Meet me on the dance floor)
VERSE 2
As the night goes
the nigga in the room vomiting
Ya ass smirk and say hold up hun I'm coming in
Big money he don't need no help
Yeah
You Get the check up all by yaself
Yeah
Red
I told them better look both ways before you cross me
School of hard knocks get that money what it taught me
On point went got my Bill's up like I'm
how you got this sickness, oh ohhhh
I was caught in the suction
By a face like a truncheon
I was down upon one knee
Stroking her vanity
I was
how you got this sickness, oh ohhhh..
I was caught in the suction
By a face like a truncheon
I was down upon one knee
Stroking her vanity
I was
how you got this sickness, oh ohhhh
I was caught in the suction
By a face like a truncheon
I was down upon one knee
Stroking her vanity
I was
Chia Pet
MeMaw was flung 'cross the room by her hair
By her sister Ethel who never fought fair
Let's get ready to tumble!!!!!!!
The children all
expects me to catch the rat
Oh sorrow, oh shame
Take me by the shoulders
Shake me to the brain
Oh sorrow, oh shame
I've locked myself in a room
I
a butcher knife
Came in the room it's about to get real
Ran straight at him and I'm swinging for the kill
Looked him in the eyes I know he know the deal
Never
guy
(Red and white in disguise)
I will find you
(You won't find me)
I can find you
(You can't find me)
Come on out little guy
(Red and white in
everywhere, tell the truth you wouldn't dare
Cross me like the gold you wear
Soulo flow like the solar flare in the open air
So much smoke that I'm comatose,
walking on ice
And i'm feeling nice
But you're the problem, the point and the price
Think you're the biggest and the best in the room
It all comes crushing
room.
He sent a radiogram.
He came on back in.
He took a shower.
He come out.
He shaved.
He laid down.
He got up again.
He turned
you lose your one and only
There's always room here for the lonely
To watch your broken dreams dance in and out of the beams
Of a neon moon
I think
even blue or red
But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead
You catch a body full of bullets and get blasted
Tryin' to be a gangsta but you just
Your ashes in a cross
Out of spite
Unabsolved
I'm breaking down the wall
Your ashes in a cross
Out of spite, if we make it through the night
The wind
Turning my pain into magic...
Abra-KaBoom!
I'm staying in tune to vibrations that I feel in the room
I'm knowing it's you
That is...
Living through me, I'm
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