Lyrics:
of Maxwell coffee, I like niggas whose
bossy
Fuck the critics I press your back
Steam burn through your straight leg jeans
Soakin your bones out in
Ida Jane
I was full of wonder when I left Murfreesboro
Now I am full of hollow on Maxwell Street
And I hope my pony
I hope my pony
I hope my pony knows
beast
They flood red from they own blood shed
Verbal lead to the head, they dread shootin the dutch dead
So get smoked like 99 in Maxwell, or you get
what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed your
Wake hard in the morning.
See the young girl milking.
Stream rushing by on a bed of stone.
Old goats and sandstone cracking
All containing
much time you got
Told you,"shouldn't run a lot"
Now look how much time you got
Take life on the streets- your own
Made by Grease beats- pure dog
JME multiplied by Maxwell Ranger
I’m way too serious
And if you don't wanna get taken
Away don't talk to the stranger
I'm still real and I always have
can feel your body shaking
I, I will meet you where the waves are breaking
Baby, it's a Red Flag Day
Baby, let's get in the water
Taken out by
your jewels
You can keep the color TV, those soaps just make me sick
All I'm asking you leave me, is my little red joystick
My red joystick, my red
Green means go, yellow means slow
Red means stop, now drop, now roll
Girl, you got a ass stopping traffic like a red
Stopping traffic like a red
black-eyed daughter,
Bess, the landlord's daughter,
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.
By alfred noyes and phil ochs
and confused, what you do is run, but Bonz might have a gun.
Shit, you're being kicked by Richie Rich.
Stunned and bleeding, you're looking sad, well you pressed
to red to
White and back to red
Cherry red and mirror ball
I saw you by the factory wall
Looking like a burnt out star
In some magazine
And I see you've
Danger, tell these babies there's no
Space in the manger anybody get rude
I send for the head top rearranger
Go home and do the math
I'm Jme multiplied by
much about me
You don't got flow like me
Don't talk about me like that
I eat by myself
I sleep by myself
I live by myself
I might off myself
I lie
judged by the hairs
On my chinny chin chin
And I'm able to hit a skin (girls giggling)
Just like my man Puba Maxwell, so I'm smooth
Yeah, Kane, he get
was blinded, by charm it's just
Ignorance. Day by day you were showing me those, Red flags, red flags
Red flags, red flags, red flags, red flags, red
happens you know… yeah
Just being cation, feelingyou know I was nice and… yeah
I didn't know the red flags so I will telling the story what happen
I see
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red heart
Black man got a red heart
White man got a red
an hatred grows by every hour
Yea yea
You ain't bout nothin lil Nigga you pussy
You know what I'm like and you still wanna push me
Past all of my limits
We are all but vessels
We don’t cry
Held down by human shackles
It’s red
Like a scream
Like anger
Like smoke
From an unseen fire
But I have another
No nine one one yeah
So bye bye bums
The reaper comes
To reign in the finite sum
You just might run
Red red it's all redrum
We all got guns
Red red
den Heaven
Yallah, zur Seite, wenn der Attentäter flowt
Zu viel Kopfficks, Red Bull und Paracetamol, ah
Hinter Rücken reden, Fotzen wollen mit
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