hi ya'll did ya eat well Come on in I'm Sure glad to know ya Don't let this old goat cross In this Crimson Tide t-shirt and throw ya It's cicadas making
see you again In the morning sun and when the day is done And you take my hand and you walk with me Sometimes it feels like eternity And I turn the tide
and pause What the fuck man I can never get sleep man, peeped out the window what's wrong with ya'll? Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweat pants
one we get up crunk way it up freestyles bitch I can make a ton rappers like football it's a tricky punt but kick it up crimson tides already won bistro
'all, did ya eat well? Come on in, I'm sure glad to know ya" Don't let this old gold cross And this Crimson Tide t-shirt throw ya It's cicadas making
understand and in this land beyond the dust a consummation of unholy love between two children of the night as all time dissolves into a crimson dream into a crimson
the battlecry, battlecry The carnage races on well into the night As the sun creeps up we see the morning light On the battlefield the tragedy of dawn Through the crimson tide
is pouring Under grey clouds, black butterflys still be soaring Flying in frienldy skies We classifying the highs Blood be flowing in the streets like crimson tide
, though wide he may roam Always, a hero comes home He goes where no one has gone But always a hero comes home And he will come back On a crimson tide
Go on up to the mountain of mercy To the crimson perpetual tide Kneel down on the shore, be thirsty No more, go under and be purified Follow Christ to
it's caring for me And I have thought about these moments for all time Dangling from a silver lining These lungs welcome the crimson tides of misfortune
(Aah) And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I, I want a name when I lose They call Alabama, "The Crimson Tide" (Aah)
A soldier boy and his violin / Uneasy wartime ballet / Omaha Beach / Normandy on D-Day / As his fellow man lay dying / And crimson tide colored the shore
soul Her eyes were an endless flame, unholy lady Desire wore a special name, made to snatch Your soul away, yeah We sailed away on a crimson tide, Down
I say wass up I say hi she like thats whats up Like the sky Bird gang taking off bitch watch em fly They paint the sky red like the crimson tide
She's on his mind, she's on his wall. She's in the corner of his eye. She whispers sweet delerium. He climbs inside and blushes as the crimson tide flows