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now I'm dead
You shot me in the head
Decaying in my bed, all I can see is red
Satan brought me back
Smoking hella crack
Now I'm his vessel
I'm part

to my head
I don't care, I paint the town red
Bitch, I said what I said
I'd rather be famous instead
I let all that get to my head
I don't care, I

can do it so right
You could feel real good, lay your head back
Inside my ride, put your hand on the wood, good
And tell me lil' something that I

the tool on
Goin' against the gang, that's the way you get shoot on
Code red, I don't give a fuck who I knew long
And don't tryna fix what you said,

on my head
Walking, seeing red
Walking, living dead
Fuck that lingerie, hoe, issa party in the bed
Shawty ride rodeo and she call me like the Feds
Fuck

to prophet
This is my confession
I'm possessing all your profits
YAH
I'm being honest
I wanna see ya teeth on the floor
Secular, hellcore, what ya came here

take back all the words you said
Lingering inside my head
You swore you'd never hurt me, you'd never make me cry
How could I believe such a filthy lie?

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

"whatcha doin'?" 
He says "I'm just walkin' on down by the pierside."
He says "what's up?" 
He says "I gotta gig for ya" 
He says "ya gotta gig for me?"

at the gardens Watch me
The way they eat dick they look like Kobayashi
Red beams on his head imma turn him to yachty
I body a hottie then buy me a shotty this

coz inside my mind im escaping this madness
But to be quite polite if I aint idolized by the time im 80 that’s mazzzas…
The voices inside me hate me
For

A way out 
Something to cope what's left inside 
A new confession 
I've fallen prey 
Dealing with my new obsession 
The voices in my head 
A constant

fuckin' up
Top tier, what's up, you forgot it's us
Every artist dope, 'til I draw my brush
This ain't a game
We ain't playin' on Steam
Thinking shit funny

But aren't gone forever
Blood red what sweet September
Brain dead cigarettes in the winter
Been sniffing white lines cause she said that her head hurts

the pit's nigga I send him 10
For stinking you go in that box
That's what I put D odor in (deodorant)
My white boyi said what y'all
Don't like them bars?
I

friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't

Note-blowin' standard
Scat over improvised ragtime
Red magic, dead rabbit, energize me back dime

My nigga, what's up?
My nigga, what's up?
My nigga,

life, rotting from the inside
An excuse for the tears in my eyes
A bloodshot confession, forgotten demise
Rot from the inside
 
Rot from the inside
Wash

Okay
I think I still love my ex
This ain't a confession to green texts
Just a coming to grips with a mess
I haven't heard from her in months

over my head
I know that I'm in pieces dressed in red
I find myself too tired to drop dead
It's building up inside me brick by brick
And it just makes me

knowing you wasted my life

Now it's time for True Confessions
I want to know what you want from me
For True Confessions
I need to know why you show no

On The Run

Young Thug

On the Rvn

2018

my check clear
Bitch gon' act like she triller (act like she triller)
Baby tryna trip me outta check (woah)
Nigga tryna pour my red
All a nigga

Magnus Carlsen

The Game

The Documentary 2.5

2015

want?) What you want?
I want a red '64 Impala with them things on it

It's a blackout inside the abandoned crack house
Only thing from last night was

lead

What does love really mean I'm so confused
I'm hated by enemies and loved by my muse
I paint her in my pictures in reds and greens and blues
In

it, aim it at his bae
These niggas talking, we don't play

I'm from that Plaq, I go by P Yungin
You know what it is
Bitch nigga try something with my