Lyrics:
Streams of goodly knights with red helmets
Very young, to be slained, they obey
In this land of myth and mystery
Stone by stone are marchin'
niggas really don't know me
I Chill on the side like your chrome be
Blowing up shit like the phone be
Do my dirt all by my lonely
Taking that cheese like
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
streets
So keep a grip yeah we flared up we red flags and caps
This ain't Blood or Crip this is northern organized raza till eternity
Putting dips up in
or the browning
Tone haffi bury inna sitten by a morning
1. Mi is a bwoy who don't believe say mi fi draw nill
If even for a minute mi haffi put it in still
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
back sometimes
'Bout your lips on my neck
I always liked that best
That time we took a ride
Ended up down by the riverside
Soft touch, wet kiss
I always
the buddha bless bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin' for ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
to get into you now
In my red and dirty sweatpants
I watch you up above my bed
I'm taken by your slutty grace
And if they stole your paper face
You
keep my chin held high, I can stop my hopes from sinkin'
That's the one thing gets a poor boy by: big thinkin'
Friday night when the city lights
Eyes looking through me.
Some curvature.
I don't know.
Dining the black mine.
A night could only rectify doubt.
The newest form, like cherry red
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
on my heart
Boy got mo' ice, than a W march
Bout to knock my trunk off, with this shit down South
Knocking pictures off your wall, when I pass by your
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
mothafuckin sunny day
Stayin in my tub like I was told by young Mac Dre
I said in the last I'ma savage when I go up in 'em
Another fuckin hoe be bendin over for
Fighting nature¹s laws Soon to be ex-Quaker And that¹s just how it goes
That¹s when I saw red Å?Cos it was everywhere And I got kicked again
IÂ'm staring out the window
Wondering will I soon know
The answers to the questions within
Where should I begin
IÂ'm delusioned by a clear
The dusk Falls - time is drawing near
The sky lit blood red -
the moon displays it's glory
The gusts carry's a silenc hymn to my ear
Oarkness
blinded by the obsession
The heat of summer beckons
Blue, green and red are the colors on the sidewalk
Outside the buildings echo
The sound of the wind
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
was lead by Starange
You know me chillin' with number 2 and the O.G.
Hoes be on me like that glow on Obe Won Konobi
Can't you see that when the storms
you tobe honest
But it caught you red-handed
Look into the crimson sky that is covered with shades of of gray, which army has yet to come
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