Lyrics:
record spins, resort to reckonin
Recallect, rewind, let me rephrase
Better recognize retard and relay some respect
Or be raided by regrets, remainin wit
There's a picture of a happy couple
In a frame on a mantle in a house
Piece by piece they put their world together
Some kids a mortage and a pair
Both man and beast infest the heavens with all profane
Forever held as the least
By the circle of the lunar
Damn all who damned shall be
You've
Can you hear me talking?
Can you see me red light my lips she can never be me
She can never be me now I'm screaming what can I break?
My hearts
the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like its
shattering down on the floor is just the same as it was once before
My wisdom in years just won't be washed away by your tears
Now I can see your disguise
him I am doubtful that our love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mister Blue
I stay at home at night
Right by the phone at night
But
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
I got a desolation angel, head bangin' life lover
She got no money, rich with soul undercover
Gypsy mama, footloose and fancy free
Cold red win
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sun-burned hands I used to hold
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that `round me roll`d
In it`s autumn tint of gold -
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass`d me
A wooden cross, an angels bed
Decked with nails and strewn in red
And empty garden, our dooming fate
which day by day we tolerate
A ruined
him I am doubtful that our love is true
But if you decide to call on me
Ask for Mister Blue
I stay at home at night
Right by the phone at night
But
Except a scene or two erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead, so I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee and a couple dollars change
Staring at this tool for an age of ugliness
Workplace is corrupt, nothing's gonna change
The road looks better as every minute passes by
Should be
Copper tone tan in a muscle shirt
A dirt red jeep coming home from work
Odds are pretty good he'll be stopping at the Texaco
She was standing
An old cowpoke went riding out one dark and windy day,
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way,
When all at once a mighty herd of red
hustle, I was the one that gave him muscle
And showed him how to make a missile and snap a bone tissue
Red covered the floors, only by the doors
Incase
Red, black, and green, you know what I mean?
Like the devil did all this shit
This is judgment day
Jesus Christ is black
This is judgment day
that, by Jacob ain't got those yet
Wires inside to shine, kid the hottest design
Try to define a nigga that's inspired to grind
Yesterday my lights was
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