red sky (nightcore version)

作曲：Tommy Newport,Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph,Carlton Davis Mays, Jr.,4th Pyramid,Courtney Dwight,John Stephen Sudduth,Shaan Ramaprasad

作词：Tommy Newport,Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph,Carlton Davis Mays, Jr.,4th Pyramid,Courtney Dwight,John Stephen Sudduth,Shaan Ramaprasad

Red sky bleedin' from my eye

Tides risin' up to new high

I turn my back to the wind

Slowly driftin' away

I hear the night sing, "Welcome to your new-"

Welcome to your new

It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz

Live on the toilet, I stay on my **

You say, "We opps, " but you stay on my **

My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit

They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?"

Say I fell off, but I fell in his **

** your white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em **

I play it cool and hand brodie the blick

Blick out your stu' just to show you I'm rich

Now, you can't drop no new music 'cause **

How you jump right on that song and then snitch?

**, you sassy and wrong as a **

Say the wrong thing and get put on that list

This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss

Better thank me that your ** still exist

'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick

She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff

Don't ** with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch

Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist

Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists

Draco brown, like a Hershey

Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss

Hang out the window and wave at his **

Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed

Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

Don't give a **, I'ma rock with my twin

** freeze up when it's time to go spin

Speak on the dead, then, we boxin' you in

Send you to heaven, they kill you again

We killed his buddy, he buckin' again

If they revive 'em, we bust him again

Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in

I got in trouble for tellin' on friends

Rip out your tongue if you're talkin' too much

You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us

Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me

Bury the K and it still shoot rusty

** my opps, ** broke and they musty

All my exes still wanna ** me

Eliantte on me, this is not lucky

Fry me a ** like I'm from Kentucky

Remember when pops used to front me

When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my **, I really see lunch meat

Three hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip

Ain't no way you could punch me

You ain't really gang, you a flunkie

Send your ** to the store like your aunty, **

Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

This is really happening

Is this is really happening?