Lyrics:
dead up on red man
Gimme all yo shit dog
We hittin licks like we hit blunts damn it don’t mix dog
Can’t have the E without the J so I just sip all
memories coming and going
Wish i could've been what you wanted
Now I'm wishing you would call me
Sitting here by my lonely
Get visions of you like I'm
heading up above, aye
I don't need to tell, I just do it 'outta love, aye (I just do it 'outta love)
This is for the niggas, who inspired by the thugs, aye
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
Bottle in the ocean full of dutches and these backwoods for this weed that I be smoking
Man I hear these niggaz talking
I really be walking
Before I end up
Better stay wide awake
Or be found dead by the lake
King Keys back with Pimpmattic
Lose my shoe in your ass
Better stay wide awake
Or be found dead
drip
Ive been mopping all Bluefaces
So its hard to slip
I aint trustin Shit
I Ion Trust a Bitch
Glock two tone make a nigga do drifts
Dog on his ass make
to forget everything
We did back then
Memories are dead
Ay remember we was it
Memories are dead
Ay remember we was it
Memories are dead
Ay remember we was it
Ah fuck that shit look
Can't tell if I'm a little withdrawn
Or dead dog sent to quote/unquote live on a farm
The coke bottles tint film noir
the territory
So in memory of my dog I write a lyric
Straight hopin' melodies travel from my mind to your spirit
Hear it when I get biz for K-Von, I'm
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
Reaching
I'm reaching
I'm reaching
I'm reaching for the bottle
It's a dark night
And I'm swerving
The street lights
My eyes are hurting
It's too
walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know?
I told them dead guys I don't bury them
Nigga play with them
They gon’ have to bury him
Fuck with my dead guys you's a dead guy
Fuck with my dead
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
As I smoked my pipe in the camp-fire light, and the Glories swept the sky;
gone and I'm left with this despair
Whiskey and memories, keepin' me company
As the jukebox plays, all those sad melodies
I drown my sorrows in a bottle
above
If memory serves well
No one can tell if we're dead or alive
But we feel the thrive more and more
As we glide through the sunset
How much did they
was a dog
No, why blame the dogs? I got up
And found a bottle of wine
And drank from it heavily
Cass the most beautiful girl in town
Was dead at 20
tossed up
Bet my homies get you mopped up
I'm getting topped up by your ex girl
Boy you lookin sad as shit aye
Like we some dogs
We out here sniffing for
real
Bottle up
Bottle up
All of the feelings I feel
You could break my heart
Tear it to pieces
Yeah you could be my 13th reason
But I don't want you
And constantly a nigga catching them cases
With them death situations
A nigga blast with no hesitation
Mama I wanna now where my daddy at
My only memory is
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
getting blasted
I pass a bottle to my trauma maybe that can get me past it
Dead homies know I'm living proof tinted out the vee so I can spin the coupe
She
of forever
Scars, broken hearts
Breaking in cars
Running in the light of the moon
Lost souls
Bottle rockets
All that we wanted
It's for our life
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