too much to feel! Pressure adds to pain! Deliver us from evil! Straying out of sanity! Why cant you let me be!? There's nothing else important! Does my
my red bull and my sandwich I need food I cant handle this Im getting pissd like pampers throwing a tantrum "Action" Nah Id actually rather catch my
I came in this thang, a little short on change All I had was a dime, couple rhymes, and my name Tryin' to get in where I fit, stuck in this red dirt
he ain’t playing He’s gonna get the AKA and aim it right at your brain I’m slightly insane Vodka and kreatine Hypnotic and red bull It’s an incredible
trouble but I serve you gourmet However you want it, you could have it your way You fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day Bullet with your name, sendin
way You fuck my night up, I'ma fuck up your day Bullet with your name, sendin it your way That goes for anyone who walks thru that doorway Cuz this is my
is young The dance that we share will guide the way. The unforgettable romance. You whisper "hope" like no one else. But only for tonight. I am the bullet
You put a bullet in my head Turned black thoughts to red This could all end in tragedy I dream of your death, Lay you down to rest I won't look back in
And my shirts turning red I'm spinning around Felt her lips on my neck And her voice in my ear Like I missed you Want you tonight Straight through my
wood Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in that buck while I float like a boat Looking clean like soap Diamond rope on my
half (half) I be talkin yacht language, they be talkin raft (raft) Where you want to fly? Give you wings like Red Bull (Red Bull) We'll be flyin on the
walk with a limp Like an old school pimp or a real OG I'm rocking Vans (vans) I'm in the sand (sand) I've a got a red bull and vodka up in my hand Hey
stained red From a sour bottle baby girl With eyes the size of baby worlds We're the new face of failure Prettier and younger but not any better off Bullet
One love yeah Now from the little Rock nine To the Jena six We came a long way Tell me are we there yet (nope) From Hip Hop on the block In the red sweats
side With the ring on the finger on the week that she died As he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so red He put the bullet in a gun and put it
Public Enemy №1, target’s on my head – better get a gun Public Enemy №1, in the home of the brave – yeah Public Enemy №1, target’s on my head – better
year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that bull s*** in
t afford to get popped out So now I gotta jet Only ran one block, but my shirt soakin wet Tryin to see if we got him Looked down at my sweatshirt red