Lyrics:
phone
I aint ever gonna stop it i been grindin all along
My money never red but red put money on your head
Sleepin on my team will leave you bloody in
instruments he’d never seen in books or mentioned by Older- it was a Temple to the God of Lutes. In one corner was a mixing station, with cords that ran
used to be
Dancing in the rafters
There are forgotten memories
Written on boards under the floor
There's a freight train that runs by
Singing a lonely
touched her (tits)
Sucker MC's, I'm killing 'em, I'm so sick of seeing 'em
Silly (shit) when they rhyme, like that red rugby shirt worn by Gilligan
Plus
ভেসে যাও
My dream is shattered by your memory
This mind wants to fly, in your sunny sky
My rain-soaked dream catches fire
Farewell to the name written
(Wastedyouth)
Shadows in my mind
Baby, I've been going blind
See it written in the sky
I don't care, this life is mine
Colored light up in my eyes,
the clouds go by until the place will glow
You're just a fucking poser who's got issues written all over
Ignorance is written on your head
When all you see
dead
Straight from high street, raised by the o.g.'s
Never slanged keys, but quick to drop them be's
Put 'em in the trunk and that ain't no front
'Cause
it that fate hasn't sown
In the skirt of an evening over mornings waste blown
I see the moon I see the go going by on stilts
As mouths wilt and turn
genre's got a hold on you.
Get up on the vapor, 'cause the solid's tough to hold onto.
There's a promise in the back room. See it written in
live in the modern world
I don't wanna live in the modern world
I am a nation without bureaucratic ties
Deny the allegation as it's written
Fuckin'
with mercy
Written in Your scars Jesus
So have this broken heart
And show me what Love paid for
Oh Lord let my heart beat with
Yours This lettered
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
to the moon and the stranger
And your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
in these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
Say one more
shooting
And another piece of red left my atlas today.........
*written by Bob Geldof
*from the album "Mondo Bongo"
Red lipstick prints all over my drawers
Oh you want to be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore
Like Dungeons and Dragons, getting brains in a Benz
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
Looking on various street corners
I'm sure you've seen it yourself
Standing on the corner is an alleged brother
Dressed in blue or green, red
when red wanted Venom hit
(Yea)
Mudwash denim, Number 9 wit the hem released
(Yea, yea)
Sherpa mixed wit nylon, my bitch in a Prada fleece
If my brother
and they stole the essence
Before they watered it down and taught us bogus lessons
Written in stone, write whatever in your history books
Me and ancient
Sequoia's winters were sixteen
Silent tongue spirit clean
He walked at his father's side
Across the smoking battle ground
Where red and white men lay
to the farm we’re dear old friends of Lee
CHICKENS IN THE COOP, tractors in the field
THESE WILD TREES were used to build the old red walls
----
UNDERNEATH
I woke up early with love starvation
Hugging my pillow all alone in a rickety bed
Baby, if it's any consolation
The needle's in the red
It only
them to keep it down they screaming it out
We want you dead
Laced with led
Hung by the bed
Showered in red
Look at my eyes
Are you ready to die
Tell me
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