Lyrics:
one thing
PRE-CHORUS ONE:
That glass of red
Went straight to my head now I'm back in your bed
I know, I said that I didn't wanna go through this again
Twenty bitches on my phone
We are not alone
The neighbors got a mean dog
We are not alone
You better hide your baby boy
We are not alone
to embarrass me?
Look at me! Do you really think
I care what you think?
Do you really think I care what you say?
Look at me!
I'm embarrassed by my past actions
Big eyelashes are my disguise
Big sunglasses hide the lies
A barbie doll room hypocrites and sinners
Preacher man get me high before Sunday dinner
fled
Big shot full of red Im on a Percocet
Hide why would I hide
Got demons round me praying for a homicide
Smoking pressure we just praying we survive
How could I? I'm so impure
There's no way
It's so obscure
Not a single sign
There's nowhere to hide
Yesterday she passed right by
She looked at me,
hide
Cuz there ain't no joy
Without the snow
No warmth
Without the cold
Red and green
Just turn right into blue
There ain't no tree
Without a star
No
just like the flash
It's like we played hide and seek, but you never came to look for me
If the carpet was red
If it was rolled out
If my tickets were
I'm a hoarder
I replay the things
You've said to me
On a tape recorder
That I hide
Under my bed
By a box with pictures
And wrappings from candies
You
Hide it in the sand
Hide it
My hands are painted red
Blood stained
The sandman's passed away
There's nowhere left for children to play
Ahhh
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
a fuller realization of democracy
The measure of progress, as we understand it, is the measure of equality enjoyed by all men
We can do something about
blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that's round and profound
make these niggas put his name on the wall
And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
at the moon, how she reflects us
I can see my thoughts so bright under the red lights
Can you feel this breeze behind my neck?
Step by step it leads me back
Look
There's no mistake, I smell that smell
There’s a whiff of jizz again, you can taste the air
All my school pals, by t’railway track
Someone’s found
what's in your head.
We're really onto something special little girl,
you're blushing red,
you're head can't hide those thoughts of dread.
Through
Heels on the bike it's a mess
We are all supposed to meet by the bridge
I'm not not the only one who's late
I'm wearing the black tight again
Know that you niggas never liked me
Know that you niggas sit beside me tryna slide on my sidepiece
Tint all through the whip, I hope it can hide me
3 am, mustang speedin'
Two lovers, headed for a dead end
Too fast, hold tight
He laughs does motor moves
Runnin' through the red lights!
Hollerin'
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
a pretty ho and don't fight the shit
Or else I'll have to tie a pretty bow 'round your bloody neck
Hide the slices from the gashes given with a dull
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