Crimson Lyrics

It's 10 o clock let them know what the game is about

Them petty ass bitches know how to run their fucking mouths

Your crazy your hazy talking like I'm not around

But when I pull up there's not even a fucking sound

If I didn't think would you be fine

I'm trying to put some sense in this house of mine

The ones you ride for trust they'll shoot you down

Like lying ass snakes they still slither on the ground

If you think they know then let them know

The story of a man with a poor old soul

And let me say these word so I'll be found

I gave it my all I'm sorry I didn't clown

Let them eat cake or should I be fake

I'm trying I'm missing every aim what's that even a fucking about

Am I insane I guess I'm just saying

No questions and emotions when in denial

You know it's all for drought

It's 12 o'clock let them know that the game is about

Before they drive a wedge into the fucking town

You liked it I clocked it with nothing but

so profound

Yet here we are talking about compounds

Introduce me to your wifey call me Papi Chulo

Out of pocket indecisive but red is still my number

If I hit it then I spliff it outside no denominator

I'm just trusting my own patience

If I liked it then see you later

If you think they know then let them know

The story of a man with a poor old soul

And let me say these word so I'll be found

I gave it my all I'm sorry I didn't clown

Let them eat cake or should I be fake

I'm trying I'm missing every aim what's that even a fucking about

Am I insane I guess I'm just saying

No questions and emotions when in denial

You know it's all for drought