Lyrics:
my 88 now we gon pave a way
The wagon we was in was filled with snakes
I can't go back, Im off to better things
The only person I trust, is that bitch
Out here raisin' hell, causing all the mayhem
Bright red wagon, yeah, that's my little kingdom
Knockin' over fences, bangin' on the doors
Dennis
the capture
In the meanwhile back at the ranch
These actors they searching for cameras
IJS gotta pass em
But not Sebastian I'm past em
That's with that T if u
an all nighter
We were gonna take that sunset
Make it turn a blue sky red
We can worry about tomorrow
Or watch her city live, and stare
Get a little back
the source, be by the cake
I’m a boss, never take a loss
Who shot them, red dot them
If I spot them, Raheem Duvaughn
You can call em Raheem dot them
'Cause he
Cars drive by in the night
So much sound coming from inside
Red, blue flags hanging from the side
So much time went passing by
The soundtrack
(epic) she toss it back i runt to it like emit
Sex game on Athletic , no Gatorade just Remy
Bottle pop , short glass , pour it now, ice it down , red
my zone
I don’t even got my mind when I’m in my zone
Solitude cus the back stabbing I got sick of it
Try to stab me in the heart baby I got rid
the bitch
Still on that Seeter shit, red cap
Smokin' the clouds, head back
If you ain't been stepped on
In a clean ass pair of 1995 Air Max, dead that
He
the evenings, cooking or smoking, and watching the blazing light of the huge Canadian sunsets as they turned the lake into fire.
Later I lay on by back, looking
of the Magnum
And with the wagon, hit you in the back of the Magnum
For the record, don't think it was something you did
Shorty all on me 'cause it's hard
lathered in absinthe
Gotta talent traffic and ramblings
And handing out amazing handmade maps of the labyrinth
Out the back of the wagon
Out the back
it back like Roman Reigns
Tiger vs. Crane enter the dragon
I'm the old cowboy with the straps in the wagon
Pants saggin', nuts draggin', tip my hat,
That's what that motherfucker gets
For being a nasty fucker and raping little kids
Imma put you in the room with the red walls
And murder you in the blood
chalk
So he untouchable, oh he can be touched?
Well where he stay at then, he stay by such and such?
Well since we got altercations with these
down a red dirt road
Little messed up but everybody knows
Folks like us make the Hometown gold
Every last breath and every sold our show
By the end
no bullshit
Charging full force in this game, all I see red
Have you niggas running and screaming like that nigga Fred
I be by my lone
In the back
a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.
He gettin' on down by the pierside,
His manager's down there
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
I got a feeling
Yeah
Backpackers are back on the band wagon and uh
I keep whipping I know it's a bad
with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in the coupe I feel like a cocoon
Designer gifts red bottoms baboon
We
that he living is real reckless, by the weekend I wonder if he'll make it
Ah okay, go back to that day shift
I'm way past that point, remember when my
said he wanna put some in they belly
Throw they ass in the dump make the cops find em smelly
Anyways ranch dressing on my wings back at frings
My bitch
Moon of Scorpio
Take me back to the Echoes
Where her songs flow
Flood the arroyo
I travel by lantern
Horse pulls wagon
Across the sandstone
Wherever
they really need they mama
Looking back it makes me smile
Peeped his bullshit all the while
He thought he stole my heart
But he missed it by a mile
Even
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