You are the teeth and the lungs Biting back and breathing in Cracked like a frozen moon The heat lamp seeps into the pores This is your interrogation
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You are the teeth and the lungs. Biting back and breathing in. Cracked like a frozen moon. The heat lampseeps into the pores. This is your interrogation
maybe that?s why i speak my piece you?re getting married still you know your love is dead that is why you dyed your pretty wedding dress red but you
Blazing eyes like the sun was shining Makes my knees go numb You're my beginning you are my ending My was and is to come Every time you turn your head
What if? What if I'm the one for you? And you're the one for me? What if? If you are the one Then us meeting here is fate Future with a dog named Red
over Blackberries Me not famous Woah that's scary Music is my world Television is my life I'm in the limelight And I love it like my wife From the red
I could dead her or feel better just to let her cling When you met her she was better than Coretta King Y'all lived together, she was gonna get a wedding
As I hop on this red eye flight with all red eyes Hoodie over my head, recognize a Jedi, If I go too fast down this road I end up like left eye I'm wondering
Do the bad thing Take off your wedding ring But it won't make it that much easier It might make it worse Oh the night's like a whirlwind Somebody's girlfriend
On stage you fuck with nigga's faces, glaciers Hittin off with cristal bottles, bing wind up in the basement Very expensive championship Chip rocks known for his wedding
church ain't right Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes Mrs. parks said, "Brother starks, meet you at the numbers spot Heard you got red tops out, and
I do, duck, Rae up in the shower singing Son don't know that it's real Coming looking like he about peel something In a tight jam, red down, matching
say We got it going on Who cares about what they think (Shake your body to the rhythm) We are the number one (If it drives you crazy) Everywhere I go red
NO ONE BUT YOU WITH RED FOLEY WriterEddie Smith Now when I'm by myself dear who do I want near Who no one but you Now when I want some loving some
try to take her tonsils out And I don't got beef, I don't play those games If I did though, believe me, I would say y'all names Go to your house, red
It was a teenage wedding And the old folks wished them well You could see that Pierre Did truly love that mademoiselle Now the young monsieur and madame