Lyrics:
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
The same damn thing
As the crowd passes by
And he sticks out his hand.
Deck the halls,
Rudolph the red-nosed wino
Knows it's Christmas time.
Jingle
Rose Rose Rose Red
Will I ever see thee wed
I will marry at thy will sire
At thy will
A thousand years gone by
Too late to wonder why
I'm
I love beats by the Viking and the Alchemist
People get inside my head like John Malkovich
My life is getting complicated like calculus
I feel
whiskey
But when leavin' the bar by the Sally Ann
just barely
The old angel may allow light from above
the mountain
And red brick walls blooming, you may
be seen by eye
Don't know if I'll crack it but I'll try until I die
Blood red lips on a crimson smile
I know she's smiling cause she's using up my
and Sam talking real estate
Its always been this way, it's red wine with this fish fillet
All these songs that I give away, its gotta happen
More
want you by my side, listen
First time that I saw you was like you stepped out of a magazine
Your lips just a ruby red, but how many colors in your
My name is Del Gato born close to the border
Of white blood and red blood I came
I travel the saddle I follow the cattle
Down on the range where
So tired
Soul searching
I followed the sounds to a cathedral
Imagine my surprise to find that they were produced by Brian Eno
Past the gates
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