Nightcrawlers Inc. - Red Roses lyrics

In the middle of the party
Found a hole to be sorry
Through the glass
Drank a memory of her face

Eyes wide shut
Got a stroke from making music
Lotta folks tried to tell me
That this shit is therapeutic
They expect to hear the kiddo
Say he's reading David Lewis
While he spent his whole damn summer shinin
Stanley Kubrick
I'm, a go getter, born leader, trend setter
24/7, chase the bag and the cheddar
I'm the shredder to these slow-ass
Folks on the road
What's a stop sign? foot on the
Gas no matter the weather
Boy, you ain't worth it
I'm not wasting no more bullets
Who said you could make it into
Top ten? you's a tourist
Graffities and wars where we live
Turned me into George Lucas
Living life to the fullest, corner
Boys with no tutors
Huh
Kita Loco, I'm no better, fuck a Rodo'
We don't need no Gucci
For your hoe's attention
Full pro bono
Got the whole game in a Chokehold
With no logo and no promo
Y'all some hobos on the net
When you see me
Take a photo
I've been, up for, one year or two, at least
Trynna do the most
Last time I prayed I was a kid
I feel the faith died in me
Got replaced by cruelty
Times running like my whip
Yet I'm always losing sleep
Still, I stood on my own two
When I got into deep water
Dishonest lads cried wolf to get me bothered
But I'm a man with nothing other
Than my words and balls
Keep on praying, cause you're never
Gonna see me fall
Bitch

All that wasn't right
I need to leave it
Totems in the night
I want to forget
All that wasn't right
I need to leave it

South boy riding in the low tint, with a grin
Pick a side, make a move
They know all I do is win
From the sewer to the crest
I got the stars up in my grip
And if I ever got to zero
I'mma do it all again
It ain't no lottery
Fuck the luck, I made it to my throne
Got plenty eyes on me for counting on
Bitch I talk a lotta me
Shit a piece of art
For the players not your gallery
I put no Gucci to my worth and
Shit and still I'm Prada me
Made loops, caught the ears
Yet to be forgotten
All these lame tunes sounding like
You bitches outta battery
Stay truth to my mane, this I what I gotta be
I Aim, shoot through the moon
Bitch I got no boundaries
Slay goons till I break news
God level but I'm ain't Zues
All I see is copy like you Shang Tsung
Dashing on the lane
Doing something that you can't do
Stunning how I came up
And they cannot overrate
You a lame, Too up for the game that you play
(what?)
At the top I'm counting G's
But I'm not Andrew Tate
Sending shooters left and right to send
You pussies to the grave
Practice what I preach and all I'm
Fucking bout is what you hate
I'mma bounce, back up on the way
Let 'em see what that's about
City turnt up cause the ragers in the house
AyKita back in business, sicko season
I announce
Back in the back of the Quik
With the boys, trick shawty
And my name ain't Jackie Brown
Seeing clowns all around, set 'em up
Gun em down
Ragers on the set, boutta get
Them bitches outta town
Boy

All that wasn't right
I need to leave it
Totems in the night
I want to forget
All that wasn't right
I need to leave it

All that wasn't right
I need to leave it
Totems in the night
I want to forget
All that wasn't right
I need to leave it