Lyrics:
Finds it's way into my room
All I need is you
We called that love
All you have is kisses
And all I need is you
All the fallen angels
Roostin' in
you in the head twice
In the hood playing cee-lo with the red dice
(look) free my nigga doing fed life
Cross the mall get your shin broke
Factory rims
banshee
Red eyed in the stu making late night frees, late night frees
Why you tryna be like me, be like me
Why you tryna be like me, be like me
Flying high,
whispers Your name
For me you left Your throne
And traded crown for thorns instead
I'm safe within not by Your skin
But because Your blood was red
shopper
Stroke so nice gave the girl correct posture
Then its big business I'm tryna by like five red lobsters
Room full of Shottas
Do head count and thats
I'm all royal not a lady
In a red room in the back
If you need me I'm in the back
In the room in that's in back
bitch
Zo, Zo!
I got room in the back so
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
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By ninety million lonely miles
(Sun in an empty room)
And watch his shadow cross the floor
(Sun in an empty room)
We don't live here anymore
(Sun
)
By ninety million lonely miles
(Sun in an empty room)
And watch his shadow cross the floor
(Sun in an empty room)
We don't live here anymore
(Sun
every message
As I lead this army, make room for mistakes and depression
And with that
Do you believe in me? How much you believe in her?
You think
the scene, yeah
All in for the C.R.E.A.M
Cash rules everything around me
Got OG by the oz
Clearing shelves making room for the trophies
Now they act like they
down bridges with a red bic
Counting all day while the clock tic tics
Running out of time in the shadows of my mind
Silent all the time
Like a fucking
many pictures of us two
Flashing and dancing now this voodoo
Just brought my sister's ghost to my room
Days go by now the toys here too
Telling me wicked
on the sidewalk
Color blood red, body outlined in chalk
My rhymes, two zigs all nines
Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
This eightball's a strict nine
Which room is yours
Which light will it be
You're already in the door
You just can not see
When you feel lost
I'll be your red cross
At no cost
I'll
harvest
In the barn on the farm where the Father is
To feed the hungry for righteousness so are you starving yet? Where the
Red carpet is ripped by
Strawbs - The Antique Suite
The reaper stood before him in the room
His melancholy smile matched the gloom
He tried to rise but fell back where he
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
home your sins are forgotten
There is room at the foot of the cross
In His presence you'll find forgiveness
In His presence mercy abides
And by His
use ya head for more than just a hat rack
Got my nut off just in time to hear praise and worship
Gotta stay away from serpents, they cross you like
him an iced out cross, then I hit the club
Threw both hands over both my eyes in the court room so I can't see the judge
I made miracles with that soda
on the glock is a red dot
Leg shots now he raising his hand like Red Fox
Holding his chest because he got a hole in his chest
I'm holding the tech it's big it
Ridin' we G slidin'
Know it's gangstas in here
Ridin' we west sidin'
Throw yo hands in the air
Know that there's a room full of gangstas
Move in with
throat, bleed you dry
'Til you're left with nothing
Devil's knocking, are you gonna let him in?
Cross your heart, hope to die
Do you feel it coming?
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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