Lyrics:
[music by Aphazel, Lyrics by Grimm]
Eerily howling winds, hear the wolves cry. Cries of hunger, cries of hate. The ruler in the forest, below
a family emergency.
Found a spot in the shade, had a glass of lemonade,
And I wished that you'd come by.
But you never ever do, so I went inside,
And laid
I'm gonna wear red
I'm gonna wear red
I'm gonna wear red till I
Pass on this side
Run me tired
Yeah run down
But put my mind at rest
Tell me where
Bright red carpet?
Will I see you by my side?
Will you be there when we walk on
Bright red carpet?
Will I see you by my side?
He's a stylish guy, he
Rico)
I dare a Drilly pop up in the spot, like (bitch)
Oh, I make it hot
We spin with them Llama sticks, red dots
He got shot in his head, he ducked
with a bottle of red wine
Ready to pour
Dressed in long black satin and
Lace to the floor
So I went in, then we sat down start kissing
Caressing
Told me
the middle and fill it with weed
And lick and light it and chief it
And pass it around to my crew cause I know that you need
Red rum niggas smoke bud by
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
The Bloodmobile
The Bloodmobile
A delivery service inside us
We begin in the heart's right ventricle
And travel to the lungs
Red blood cells get
with the red light screaming
I pulled over to let them pass, they pulled over too,
I thought that I was dreaming
I'm scared to death of our men in blue
Yeah, yeah, let me begin by saying "Shut the fuck up!"
Let my begin by saying I don't think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door
obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk
The Bells Are Ringing
Written by: Deitrick Haddon
Produced by Marcus Hodge and Deitrick Haddon
I Woke up early on Christmas morning
Wearing my
niggas
I pressed the button on them niggas
I run it up on them niggas
All of my niggas gorillas
Surrounded by nothin’ but killers (yeah)
I could react,
ypung nigga
So find you a place, stay on the
Low, sell that shit on the low, stay
The hell out the way, I did it
By myself, had a thing for yourself
You
the decorations right?
The only difference is, now we've got these big red sticks
Two by two, you got to help me get them lit
Light them up, light them up
She's blue under red lights,
Drowning in a dive bar.
She's framed in the window
With two of her friends.
Mixed drinks and pop songs
And bland
by the colors you have seen
To love me is to know me
Whether red, yellow, black or green
Cause color is skin deep
But true beauty lives
I don't care what we gonna do tonight
As long as you're right there, by my side
You bring the jokes
And I'll bring the punch line
Maybe we'll dance
the lads
The lazy days, the Phoenix Nights
The reds, the blues, the blacks, the whites
The Southern belles, the Northern lights
The Bombay mix,
a murder after midnight
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)
Say what?
3 or 4 minutes
My cup flows over
The devil's work
Cause goodness don't pay
I learned the hard way
And now I'm blood red
Ah!
(With a sickness covered in lies
and red and silver
She don't make no smoke
She's a fast-rollin' streamline
Come to show the folks
Look out, here she comes
She's coming
Stand back,
Blood letter
On a parchment so clean
But day by day the stainless
fades from white to gray
Blood letter
Penned with pleading hands
A dialect
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