Lyrics:
feeling the red
Sold my feelings now I'm hanging by a thread
Bad
And it's creeping its way through my windows
And it's slithering under my door
And it's in
Dip my tail in blood ink
Write it down in red
Scribe the words "Happy meal"
Right across your head
Tired of getting walked on
Treated
Rafaela
With a cigarette in her hand
Rafaela
Oh, I don't understand
Just why she caught my eye
She didn't even try
Rafaela's walking by
mine
And me in my white dress
And you in your bow tie
Me over the air vent
The subway goes by
And it's delicious
Cool in the summer
And here comes
Just to make em believe that
You've got it together
All your ducks in row
Cause you should know better by now
You're not eighteen anymore
So why do I
up in that Mitsubishi, sliding by the creek
I said sum, I just want my check, I don't want no interruptions
I got that gwala on my mind I think my head
There's something wrong with her
There's something wrong with me
I don't think that's so wrong, we came by it honestly
And honestly, I think
painting codes
Patience grown thin, home sick and haven't been home since
Fuck a rapper
I'm an actor in a film called
Leave me the fuck alone til' I find
painting codes
Patience grown thin, home sick and haven't been home since
Fuck a rapper
I'm an actor in a film called
Leave me the fuck alone til' I find
different like strokes
But there's no Arnold, Willis, Mr. Drummond and no jokes
I'm provoked, by a world who wants to choke me out
My light's lit, but like
smell her sun kissed skin in the bed lying near me
You haven't tipped your head yet
You're keeping your cards close to your chest
Your thigh highs
smell her sun kissed skin in the bed lying near me
You haven't tipped your head yet
You're keeping your cards close to your chest
Your thigh highs
in
In on the kill, definitive thrill rides
We're living unlimited 'til time
Takes us from the living kind
We're anxious and we're gripping time
By
Hello Lester this is Gregory
Finally my father before me, nose is bleeding
Heart is barely beating
Surviving you in the den of iniquity
Now
The tubes that get turned on for the red guitar that you
Learned on the records you left me the
Cookbooks the ten-inch TV that radio you found
You lift your skinny fists up in the sky
Packed a change of clothes and left in the middle of July 2005
But when the glass, it hit the wall
Mother
Well I heard somebody tell me
You were down by the riverside in his arms
Could of been any ol Sunday Tuesday type of afternoon
I gotta stop lying
Uh It's a movie
Red carpet the lights going through me
Anytime I arrive it's the new me
Real diamonds on my neck that's groupies
Flashing lights
As I stand behind her
Like a ritual it feels to me
Deep red visions overwhelming me
To feel the corpse
To let her bleed
See her gasp for breath
A cut
dare to
Oh why, oh why can't I?
Well, I see trees of green and red roses too
I'll watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself
What
And you miss me and my jokes
The dirty ones just for you
My perfume in your room
And we made plans for Disneyland
You’re tell me we’re really over?
And we
choice but to deliver control
The duke of chaos has spoken to me in my dreams
I've seen the last sign and I know what it means
Stormbringer you cursed
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
You don't know me but you know my body
Ridin' shotty with my bro, we got it
AP, make him watch my pockets
Thick drops of rain sound like the way you spanked me
Your pleasure thrills in every way you make me
Thick drops.
All by myself and you're not
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