Lyrics:
Thirty-seven years old
Not even close
I don't care
I hate your
I'm in your
Plain House
While I choke
I'll still be gazing at your
Brickwork
Windows
'Thirty-seven years'
I said, 'went pretty fast'
And they just looked at me and laughed
'You'll forever stay,' they said at last
'Encased in glass'
So take from
Doomed for all eternity to sing this PSA
I got run over by a trucker in the middle of the night
He splattered the road with my guts
And he burst my heart
and the seed
It said we didn't have any money
Coming to us coming to us
It said that they had money coming to them
We owed thirty-seven dollars and best of luck
it by the figure four More than just a rapper how in business fashion kill the flow so act like You already know He a ninety-seven baby and he from
Static on the brain
Feels like something's changed
Twelve thirty-seven and I'm wide awake
Something's haunting me
I don't wanna sleep
Head's like
give her dick for free
I charge a fee, bitch, don't you push me
Name in my phone under Gushy, cause she got that gushy stuff
Hit the road, thirty-seven
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't go, don't go, don't go
Don't you see the red light
Don't make me hit that backspace
And go 'head delete niggas
I'm rocking, I'm by the palm trees nigga
Got my chopper by my arm
Somebody alarm these niggas
speeding by,
A hair to fast to catch the rapture of the dragonfly,
Now those two cars, are parked outside bars tonight.
You've got a Turkish umbrella
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
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
In a country gripped by violence
In a land plagued by gunfire
And drug money, one focal figure
Stands above the rest tonight
See why the people
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
strumming through the club cracked door
Cop cars rolling by
Girl through the glass gets a drunk tattoo
Of a tear falling from her eye
From her eye
I can't
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
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