parade You don't have to learn today And you're still lyin' there in your daze Well, I'll ask the red lights, if you can stay I see the red lights over
Traduction: Deep Blue Something. Red Light.
it all So I'm one deep till my casket, I ain't fucking with y'all [Z-Ro:] I use to ride or die for you, like you was my gal or something Simply cause
Rattle in ya Rattle in ya trunk (hey) [Verse:] I know ya eyes got deep When you recline that seat Got your red top back And your blue light underneath
Red lights on the skyscrapers Snow white all over Smoky pipes spitting out dirty waters Daybreak in one hour Lost clouds, nightmarish shadows Coming from
one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand Then serenades of blue and red
the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro] Down to ride red but I'ma ride
words out of the dreams, it's the deep end It's the deep end, people are sleeping Pull words out of the dreams, it's the deep end Keep in mind, it'
Bound to find something you can enjoy Boogie Motel, Boogie Motel May be sleazy, but it's cheap and it's easy Between heaven and hell, check in to the Boogie Motel Red lights, blue
were red and your skin so pale, But your cash register read no sale, well The moon was set against deep blue sky A stone cold, stark white, sliver of light
bang my head on the walls And do some shit like all straight swarms in the malls Mentality, it's not where it should be When you see red and white lights
the fuck up in my head like a disease Somebody sing me a lullaby Chase away all these evil cries Please don't lay me down to sleep Cause behind my eyes is something deep
looking up's turning everything blue Including me, including the ocean, including you Feel the ocean blue engulfing you I view the deep blue sea It's turning red
come, become adjacent Running for synthetic outlets of anger displacement Paralysed in chaos and misery is entertainment I'm deep as the blue light
the neon light jump I'ma keep folding bread til Pimp hold his head We miss you DJ Screw, man I hate you dead [Z-Ro:] Down to ride red but I'ma ride
For something romantic, De Sade is to trenchant And Dickens too frantic, And Stendhal would ruin The plan of attack, As there isn't much blue in "
