Lyrics:
Across the river by the rolls of hay
The local farms are such a charm
The apple trees and the dapple gray.
Born to the red rising sun
A silver ring
money by the hour
Red (red), power deh yah, green (green), shower deh yah
Dem green with envy when me roll di purple skunk
Inna di black Beamer, white
me to a commission
I’ll fulfill it to the bitter end
This lone wolf will leave you
More than a Little Red
Your quality’s the only thing
That Beacon’s
You can't fool a fooler
I can tell
When a John got jazzed
By a Jezebel
You can't beat the house
You can't beat the house
Tell the man,
bottles of Ciroc
And bowls of red grapes members of
Meek's entourage
Old friends who he now semi-employs
For a variety of unspecific tasks
Drift in and out
track with Shadz of Lingo
Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin' around
And "Humpin' Around" like Bobby Brown across town
I ain't with that,
as you can
It'll make you head feel good all inside.
So the Captain says alright
He takes himself three big tokes
Off that funny little brown weed
theres a creepy person.
Back in school.. back in the day... which, by the way,
I dont know if you know this, was a Wednesday.
Thats a little fun fact.
little crimson pinholes sweat on vintage quill venom
Developed by a fatal blues anthology.
Communities on cue bury their ostrich beaks.
Thought it was
Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable
John
You baby dick-sucker
Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you
of things to do that ain't getting done
Cause you know I'd like to put some bubbles in the water Pour myself a little red wine
That's what I call fun
But
ass
Sitting in my seat and my
Banks getting a little fatter
By the hour
The coins taste sour
So I sat her
Down
And I gave them some game
I said don’t
thought
You listening to steak laughing
But you really just kissed my ass
Sitting in my seat and my
Banks getting a little fatter
By the hour
The coins
O'Clock Blues and I'm In The Mood
But The Little Red Rooster crowed. The Thrill Is Gone
So Dust My Broom
I'll Be Your Back Door Man, cuz I Can't Be
of uh, said uh
Spanish castle magic
The clouds are really low
And they overflow with cotton candy
And battlegrounds red and brown
But it's all in
of uh, said uh
Spanish castle magic
The clouds are really low
And they overflow with cotton candy
And battlegrounds red and brown
But it's all in
Oh I'm just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round
And the name I'll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown
Oh
The Red paint ain't even dry yet (uh-uh!)
A little wet upon the steps
Drawn arms stretched out on the deck
Non conditional stress
Trigger those emotions
CHILD WATERS
I warn you all you ladies fair that do wear red and brown
That you don't leave your father's house to run with a boy from town
For here
Mother Mary, sing for us, your favourite reverent lullaby.
Cross my heart, around the world
Bitter tears or precious little pearls
Rooster hurled, there's
Didn't move but clutched the size 38 to her
Breast ivo could hear her
Breathing he noticed
She was wearing an ankle bracelet
With little red stones
That
That ain't just dirt
That ain't just dust blowin'
That ain't just nothin' but an old fishin' hole
Ain't just some rooster crowin'
It's where I
of opinion/
Up on the scene from caterpillar dreams/
Red rooster to the party I got buffalo wild wings/ I’m oke but I’m better than yesterday/ said I’m oke but
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