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don't do it for views
I'm the nigga in my city, don't get it confused

Hundred pair of Reds I done gave away
They said them niggas wasn't good, so I

coming down
Shone at by the light of the radio a little bit red
My body is sleeping underneath the blanket
My body feels safe but my brain is lost

Mysogynistic deeds as the passages said
I break it down for my people that will do it instead
A brick red through your window in the back with pain

Moon is on the river
River's on the edge
I'm standing in this darkness
Standing on the ledge
Watching city lights
Shining red, white and blue
I got

a losing hand
I grew up where those red lights glow
I'm walking back to Tupelo

I learned to play this guitar
Until one day I became a star
It took me all

so red,
Your skin is pale and fragile,
Your forget to eat your bread
And spend your nights in prayer.

Karina:
Please, mother, save me!
Karina:
Now

will leave her I just pulled up in red Beamer it is a keeper diamonds on me giving fevers I ride around in the foreign you ride around in the Kia I

a picture i’ll never understand
I think I hit every red light in that taxi cab
The same three fucking clichés I always have to hand
I’m blacklisted by an idea

Suddenly you're standing stillYour fur is red, so beautiful
Like an angel in disguise
But if you meet a friendly horse
Will you communicate by
Mo-o-o-o-orse?

swallowing your profit yeah

You say
I'm perfect
But baby I am crueler than the other girls I swear it down
You say
I'm golden
Drinking red wine by

We will fight and win Fight and die
All that ever changes The color of the sky 
We will sell our soul We are born to die
A blood-red cross We will

he better show me that he cares
When I go to bed at night  he oughta know I want him there

Now a red head would get angry let that fire rage real high

When I was seventeen 
Faded by illusion
Wide-eyed renegade 
On and On and On
Went our nights away from home 
We colored red our true emotions

We are

worries
Just spent two hundred, made 'bout eight more hundred by next January
For the low, show no love, month of February
Red face in the rose Rollie,

away fruit for breakfast toast and prunes Motzart on in the bathroom sometimes hums along to a gentle tune expecting a delivery by noon oh yeah post guy

You kissed me Monday just as peak hour started
I've kept my memories of you locked and guarded
You were glowing red in the brake lights

Do you

wave their roses red but Rose is dead.

Chorus: 	Get your laws off me I'm not your property.
Don't plan my family I'll plan my own.
I don't want to be in

Bullies news junkies once in a while just to feel safer
If you're mortified by the mortar fire on the news at five
There's more to buy Now run a diagnostic

I always felt uneasy when we were in the same place

Taken back by the feeling that this could all go away

She said ""Baby I would never do what

On the factory floor
(There's nothing more to gain 
From the company store)

The unions all got busted 
By the reps that you trusted
The future of our nation 
Got

below the underworld Blood-red sky, lunar eclipse: The symbol of our victory.
The fourth dimension has restored the entire equilibrium

Winters bane

Life force flows deep within
Under the skin
Detected by the eye
Escaping outside

Eons may fall aside
But still unchanged
The brain will disconnect

swells in a dome.
I saw your deformed shadow by refraction and your
Damned human craft.
 
I want to feel your body mash under my numerous arms !
I want

I wonder what you're made of
Nothin I'm afraid of
Seashells and sunshine
Raindrops and red wine
I know you're out of my league though
Nobody luckier