Lyrics:
Watch how i steal her heart like and old school villian
armed robbery slide down from the cieling
Hand cuff first tie her up by the bed
Strip search
your hands were warm and dry
placed lightly on my back
we'd sit and watch the day
slide out from red to black
when it comes to you
you were always
the maybes
Hating, crazy
All a brother needed was a lil' push
He so quick to push me
Ride of the edge
Write my name in red
Write me off as dead,
[Missed]
They
I see trees of green, red roses too
I watch them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue, clouds
brother, next day it was two of them shot
Your ass be tweakin' on the gram lil' nigga, we catch your ass getting dropped (on gang)
Been chased by a new man
up the station and the station said
The record she played was by Green On Red
It was a time of colorful thinking
I tried to paint her portrait it was
A house boat by it called the Gin Palace
Docked in White Trash Bay
We serve homemade tequila 23 hours a day
We got hand rolled cigars and a 3 foot
the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
Since you went away the days grow long
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
and weightless and faceless
And you strip the sting from the stains that bleed the life from your face
Your cheeks will burn red on a pure perfect day
of Alabama
Yeah, nothing against the crimson tide
I just need that girl here by my side
And I know if I get my way
Alabama's gonna be crying that day
Yeah,
So yeah, basically
A lot of people ask me how life was then
So here it is
My old home smelled of good birth
Boiled red beans, kernel oil
fuckin clown pimp, never passin away
And I'll ALWAYS be your homie from way back in the day
Death can't have this cause I'm quicker than bullets,
Red necks
is tight
I've only just been paid
Three weeks five days, til I'm seen
Right...
No...
I scratch a living, it ain't easy
You know it's a drag
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
gonna be on you when they see you hit dat dougie right?
Ain't nobody fuckin' with my bro from Morningside
He go by Bubba and he hit dat dance like
to expose the light
Her breath hung in silence like the fog in the night
The sun raised its head from behind the frost
She sat down by the stove with her long
is Nike
I come through in a turtle neck and
Chain but nice
Peek down the side you see a tiny red stripe
All I really know how to be is myself
I
Another perfect day
They keep piling up
I got happiness
That I can't maintain so beginner's luck
I had shoes to fill
Walkin' barefoot now
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
got these ramblin' shoes,
Guess that I was born to know the road train blues.
Your eyes are nearly blinded by the red bulldust
I hope there's nothing
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
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