Lyrics:
been on dropped off in the jungles
Tan Khakis, red bandana wrapped around your knuckles
Me and my brother used to dip down in 'Shaw
Stopped
is a fire!
Behold the red dawn in the east!
Liberate thy soul)
If Caesar crossed the Rubicon, so can thee
Rise like a Phoenix, conquer land and see
By
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken for real, my fault we takin' in back
of her hips
It's something in the soil, It's the bellota oil
Here sentiments are pacifistic
Flowers are caressed by mist brought in by the heathen pacific
with a big ole machine
That red dot sitting pretty
And its usually
Accompanied by a BOW
Like a Fivio beat
Think you harder than me?
Cause I gat a girl
Red sky is fading stars
Comets fly in the night
These scars you see
Take time to heal
Tear drops in the night
Grievance of the heart
I know one day
dudes should offer forgiveness
'cause frontin' like you ill gets yourself torchered by killers
in Newyork I'm the realest
predicted by fortune
that's why we so solid
Red to blue, to debt, to due, it's easier
To put a watermelon through the eye of a needle
This is done by choice, not by force
I
Headlights come on, the sun is goin' down
It's nighty-night for people in this town
I buy a case of beer and screech my tires
And act on impulses
in da bed
Headshot Red sheets (haha)
Stop Playin wit me N***a Tryna act like you tuff (D***q)
Talking out ya mouth dats gone get you f****d up(Faxts)
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in red
Rind County Watermelon
gone, yeah, that's the vision
Spice it up, I'm in the kitchen
Got the Ghost, but I write the writtens
Write it all out like a transcript
Demons out
inside my head are stabbing me in the skull
With some big red sharp signs screaming « wasted time »
So I see the nights go on and on, and my pillow waiting
pulling strings on the cello
Wearing all black just to fit in with kettles
Airing my grievances judged by the payload
Head feeling Daisy when rocking
(Buddy Brock/Zack Turner)
I was driving through Georgia in late July
On a day hot enough to make the Devil sigh
I saw a homemade sign written in
on a weather-beaten shack, a little fishing boat near by with "High Heels" written on the back.
Ooo. Ooo. Ummm. Um!
High heel shoes on the floor beside
praises them
A wound, within a wound
Within a wound
Red All Over
All written down in a
Journal of a Madman Martyr
Red All Over
Written in blood
in
Everything I try my hand at I'm great at
Everything I say I mean I can't take back
One day I might slide by in the Maybach
Make it rain while she
repping
Bxtch, I'm stepping like sororities
A Q or a Nupe
If fuck with my loot
Don't think that I just say this stuff in the booth
FN when I shoot
Turn your
But you just got caught in the red
And I can't
(No I can't)
Can't play nobody's fool
(Can't)
Not even for you
Baby
You couldn't
(Play by the rules)
I
But you just got caught in the red
And I can't
(No I can't)
Can't play nobody's fool
(Can't)
Not even for you
Baby
You couldn't
(Play by the rules)
I
way
Round in circles I'd go
Longing to tell you
But afraid and shy
I'd let my golden chances
Pass me by
Soon you'd leave me
Off you would go
In
(Ghost) Riders In the Sky
Vaughn Monroe
Peak Billboard position # 1 in 1949
Monroe may not have sung it precisely this way but a recording by
Early one morning the sun was shining
I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives
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