Lyrics:
Yeah love begins when it's Christmas time
Women laugh by the fire and sip red wine
And the men nearby with the whiskey and ice
Getting deep in
ass
Girl you got it with class
I say the right things I just wanna make you laugh
I ain't going to fast
A little red wine with some weed we can mix it
It's a chilly Florentine evening
Two men in evening hats
Telling tales of the underground and
fishing for Reds
Policemen armed with Uzis
stand guard
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
Who died and crowned me everybody's everything
I'm even busting my butt through the weekend
By the time I get home there's not an ounce of sanity
your sword straight, maintain your weight
But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate
And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate
By
will survive
Passing the time, drinking red wine
Passing the time, I will survive
Passing the time, everything fine
Passing the time, I will
Crystal palace, crystal chalice
Sipping red wine, feel like Alice
Still living deep inside the heart of malice, season of the witch
Draw the sygils
cause I ain't got the time
Tryna perfect all my flows and my rhymes
Sipping red wine bitch I leave you behind
I wanna hop in the race
You slow I'm double
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
on this one
You gotta drink Crist-all
Buy some red wine, a little Gaja 9-7
You're so contagious, I can't take it, have my baby, let's just make it
of the rocking chair
She was a-sitting and a-singing and a-swaying
Her cheeks were red I declare
Twas hard to believe
What my eyes showed me then
Baby sorry, I was cappin'
All these bi***es, its all not me
I'm in the stu, changing climate
I don't want no one to find me
Your well-being was
sing the blues
I think that last night i feel
In a red glass of wine
I mean a glass of red wine
But i'm not so sure
Crazy-hazy
I ding ding ding dong
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
Full moon
It's voyeurism lighting up my bedroom
Sex womb
The red wine
The street light casting shadows
Of your outline
Why would I leave?
When
Red hair blue eyes red lips black tie
Wanna see that ass in that dress let the wind fly
She's a fatal woman in disguise got the sauce
She's the head
Snort, snort
Oh bathing in my own blood
A murder scene, all red and gold
By walk, street on both floors
All black, men, priests and whores
Fucking
Shapeshifter, mystique
Baby's gotta eat
Suck your soul out like a riptide
I got resolution
You can't tame me I'm a born intrusion
I go by many names
me from her milk-white hands
Stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken,
By words that were best left unspoken,
For now I am
to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in
to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time, in quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in
Of course I've heard it all before
On other wintry nights
And yet there is no better wine or conversation
The English call it claret
And clear and red
to find the thief behind the cellar door
All he found were drops of red wine dotted on the floor
With his dog and gun, the Baron did run across the moonlit
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