Lyrics:
don't talk about anymore
Remember when your sister was young
She wore a ring in her tongue
Got shown the door by your mum
And now she has a 5 year old
Better right now than late, right?
Better than working late night
Got me thinking back in the day like
Blood red couch
That's my bed
Bag of chips
That's
his bed
My eyes are red now
And I can’t sleep due to the thoughts off in my head
I’m state to state just tryna make it with this music
I see you grind I
Now we all up in my bed
Making love to her favorite song
Take a picture in your lingerie sippin Chardonnay
She just put some oil on her where that
two Glock Seventeens that red beam on your spine yeah
I fell in love with you so I know I'll be alright
Intervention is divine you the one that I might
Yo babe, open the door man I'm downstairs
Na man I'm only joking I'm at home in my bed
Whith a phone on my head
I got a cold and a blocked nose
got a child now (look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
'Bor County run up in your house
But you don't wanna
You was taking off your pants
It look like Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore
I do you like a chore
We started on the bed and then we moved onto
Sit with me in the gutter for a while
Come on, come on just give it a try
Most people die in their beds you say
If we stay on our feet we might
the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, your eyes are baggy and a bloodshot red
It's been a week or two since you've been in bed
You
the bottle
And put on the top and drink cool H2O
Well, your eyes are baggy and a bloodshot red
It's been a week or two since you've been in bed
You
that door (what?)
With that four-four (what?)
Now it's time for bed (what?)
Two more to the head (what?)
Got the floor red (what?)
Yeah, that
I threw my robe on in the morning
Watched the ring on the stove turn to red
Stared hypnotized into a cup of coffee
Pulled on my boots and made
Blood
Fire
Death
Baptized by the flames, unchained rage, all I see is red
Blood
Fire
Death
I ain't got no time for no bullshit
Mile high
God damn little mama let me hit you in second
Got 2 bad bitches in my bed no tripping
And I'm not red like I'm T or C
Sailing these seas like Sea
I fell asleep with the TV on
Recently I stay up way too long
I just stumble out of bed, bare the red eyes, heavy lids
Hope I make it through to do it
God damn lil mama lemme hit you in second
Got 2 bad bitches in my bed no trippin
And i'm not red like i'm T or C
Sailin these seas like Sea
Hot gyal
Gyal wan' breed fi me
When I'm in your body, feel like ecstasy, uh
Why you wan' vex with me?
And next day you wanna have sex with me?
Baby, when we go and slide?
When we go and slide? (It's Pop Smoke)
51, 67, Patek Philippe on the wrist (uh)
Why we in the bed? We coulda did it
out, I'm stressin' out, stressin' out
You can hide your head, you can throw me in the lion pit
You can borrow my days and tell me I'm not blue
and your tee's get red dots
Red thots, redbones get boned, the .223s for the opps (Nigga)
Journey thru life in my Nikes, so tight
Walkin in Air, Jordan
Can recall The day u left
Tears on Rosy cheeks
Your smile Your shadow
Blowing in the wind
Hand in hand Side by side
Wish upon the stars
How lucky We can
never keep him under cover
Any other God is playing under cover with another
In bed with a anther lover
Don't get caught slipping missing
What you
Motherfucker I'm taggin your toe
Like the jigga man said
Put your ass straight to bed
I know peeps in these streets
Man we all pack heat
Everything that I am
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