번역: 어린이 가사. 빨간 풍선.
'bove all things I fall Short... pimpin women with small shorts Reachin out for a smile like children and small folk Always above the rim like what do you ball
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
know how it feels When I'm hella down I try to push No matter how hard no water spills For real My patients is soon to go waiting for the balloon to
the fields. The children rode on locusts and threw slings at anything that could be killed and eaten raw. No weeping sore, no claws, no balls . . .
up the shells to leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo' knot As I
up the shells could leave no evidence around and, it's t-shirt land when niggas ain't playin' Got a chrome glock got it cocked Red dot on yo' knot As
can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin plates In the building niggaz building, like little children
Dawn is breaking in the graveyard People massing in the street trampled heards beneath their feet children playing with the dead silver spoon stained with red
to picture this shit Walk through where I live at Where parents are embarassed to tell you they raise they kids at you need some half and half of an 8-ball
that keeps confiding in me, I got to be Better than Houdini and David Blaine With no magician, No illusions, No subliminal, No hypnosis to your brain, I?m untrained Children
Verse 1 Bought myself a red balloon and a blue surprise Cause hidden in the read balloon was a peny for my eyes Chorus She took her lovelight from my
a lot The only time I do is when a bitch is screamin' "Tyler, stop!" The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox Red ridin' is gettin' some of this
reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is nervous it's
IN WAR/ stamina must preserve...IN WAR, fire constantly burn...IN WAR/ RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED...IT RED. Garvey: if you cannot do it, if you
sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy Duke cut-offs and one of those Fruit Of The Loom tank-tops. Well, that night I lost myself toruby red lips,
in the sky witnessed it with my own eyes at precisely the moment the children had prophesized. Staring at the sun with their naked eyes turning bloody red
Hi kids Welcome to cloud nine We sure are glad ya stopped by to see us! We got some special suprises for your red asses today We got the insane clown
