Lyrics:
Just beyond God's reach?
So tell me what's next?
Boys in blue paint the town red
From all the bloodshed
Still interrogating myself
Tell me, how do
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
motioned to the barman, one more time
But then I noticed more of your sweet features
Your hair an Irish red and eyes of blue
I threw back two more shots
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
And no one was watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site
And no one was watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site
then red, white and blue
[Chorus]
Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin', I'm
Gray, quiet and tired and mean
Picking at a worried seam
I try to make you mad at me over the phone.
Red eyes and fire and signs
I'm taken by
Yeah, Music, Wisdom, Freedom
Underground, Musician, Red wine and whiskey
Memories, Fantasies, Autumn leaves
Now they playin Miles Davis
I wanna be
Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of that mess,
Well you're still the same old messy you
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
We're gonna be twenty minutes late wherever we go
You're gonna make me stop at the drive through to get yourself a Red Bull
You're gonna grab that
Fly By Night
Yes
How that sound to you E?
Mile. Highe. Club. Niggas.
Sitting drinkin Hennessy,going thru my memories/never scared of nothing,
kind of freaky of course
Had a fight with Snow White, she was fuckin her dwarfs
Saw a fight over colors, too
Red Riding Hood, and Little Boy Blue
I like an ice-cold bottle
A frosty mug's nice too
Cans are kinda old-school
Tall boys red white and blue
Sometimes I have a craving
Just to shake
town
I see Cowboys everywhere
Red sashes Fly'in in the air
That don't scare me
Doc's sitt'in over there can't you see
A law man from dodge city
Dancin in
wonder what the fuck that's bout
They drinkin alcohol, so they mood switchin
Thinkin with yo cock, stuff her like a chicken
She took it to the cops,
insurmountable
Bankroll unaccountable, down at the phantom blue
Bitches drinkin' Rosé like it's Mountain Dew
Guess what she's down to do, roll up a pound or two
drinkin', buckets for a Lincoln
I could cover you and me and everyone you're bringin'
Come on down, swing on by
Bring whatever's been on your mind
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up
Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid
Have you seen dignity
Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered up
cup and sing it out
I know you know the words by now
I want a sip of your cinnamon whiskey lips
These summer nights I'll remember for the rest of my
mushed
Strizzo on the mic
Talkin bout hold up nigga don’t push
Got me fucking my shoes up
Slid out the back door
I’m bout to give a nigga the blues
These
on down to Colorado's
Big niggaz from uptown ridin into Tahoe's
Saloon settin kids is walkin round
Drinkin whiskey and scotch, strictly out
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