Lyrics:
Well, how do you do, young Willie McBride?
Do you mind if I sit here down by your graveside?
And rest for a while in the warm summer sun
I've
you conjure in my mind
Yellow and green, green pea green, cherry red and red and blue
Just yesterday I was woken by a flashing of a
Light from my
might pay?
Is it simply a game
For a rich young boy to play?
The colors of the worlds
Are changing day by day
Red, the blood of angry men!
Black
in time, you'll see the line
The line that's drawn between the good and the bad
See the blind man, he's shooting at the world
The bullets flying,
Last Words
Performed by The Loyal Order
Written by: Jeff Buehner and Brandon Cook
Lyrics: Jeff Buehner
Produced by: Rob Daiker
Lookin back ain't
When that goose pounced felt like I got slammed
Felt like getting smacked by a resistance band
Those white wings felt like another man's hand
You could
(throwed off)
I be needin' love, but I won't force it (nah)
I prefer Wock' over red, I got choices (choices)
I've been like this all my life, guess this
We love peace, we bring peace is what I said
But I ain’t scare to show you my nuclear warheads
I’ll show you power, death to all reds
If it was
but Wanda left her license
On the night stand fuckin' with this white man
She met in a little red Corvette, paid for sex
Made a deal that she would
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
loud in by the bag more potent than the last one
I've been the latest fashion
I've been cold, but my new flow doper than my last one
Dope-doper than my
Aye pretty baby dont you know you drive me crazy
Dont you know that I cant live without you
And I know you waiting by the phone and contemplating
nowhere, takin out all my peers
And of my whole squad I'm the last one left
Cause for some strange reason I always stay one step ahead
Of this Agent named
I'm show you, watch
Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
Uh-huh
[Jamel Simmons]
I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
Industry
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
he's been drinking like a fish
Man, I never been a bitch, the dream was getting rich
But they still sleeping on me peep the level up
My music got
a blessed message, his mans looking for some red, read the next message
It's a picture of the racks, he got the greens on him
Looking down by the bag, see
last
I'ma, I'ma hit this night up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit this ass up like it's my last (boi)
I swear I'ma, swear I'ma do it like I (boi, do
last
I'ma, I'ma hit this night up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit this ass up like it's my last (boi)
I swear I'ma, swear I'ma do it like I (boi, do
green
I only want red, I feel like a fiend
I skate like a champion, I need me a ring
I swear on my soul have no mercy on me
My first name is Dex
My last
can be your man
I can be the one that you run to
Ya I can be your fan
But dark red is the shade that you gone do
Don't come visit arista
Go ahead you
as the last bus goes by.
The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red
while the fool toasts his god in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building
Well, let me sing of the losers who lie
In the street as the last bus goes by
The pavements ar empty, the gutters run red while the fool toasts his god
Slide a rusty razor across your throat then I stick it.
Shit goddamn, goddamn shit,
Suck my dick when the heater go click.
And by the way, fuck you man
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