One Saturday night in a barroom a gospel singer walked in And bravely she red from the Bible and begged them to turn from the sins Oh come into Jesus
on by and keep it moving [prodigal sunn] I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to
shepherdess and the herd half heart of the sheep just another sheep of the herd only half of the heart it is simply not enough not enough to survive
from school coolest nigga without effort Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard Soak me up like a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album packs enough
. . . Narrator: That distinguishes itself by markings which resemble a WIDE TIE directly below the white collar Greggery: If it's wide enough Everyone
school coolest nigga without effort Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard Soak me up like a tampon, but keep the lamp on Cause this album packs enough
I'm twice born, once and seven something Once is the resurrection of honorable function Been shoveling a coal as the engine's doctor Long enough to see
the shepherdess and the herd half heart of the sheep just another sheep of the herd only half of the heart it is simply not enough not enough to survive
got 'Cause she's all I got [Chorus:] You got Baby you got that good stuff Good love Put it on me Can't get enough Yep, that's my girlfriend Yep, that
blown off the head And showin off the skills of the mentally dead I do the knowledge before any words get said Herbs get me red, hold on, Simply Red Pimps
a merc this shit yo' It's still a sick plague what To get brave quick they get ate up If they simply must straight up Raise guns come slingin' them up
? So this is real, I'm living my... It's 3 a.m. riding slow in my V6, Thinking why the hell it took so long to... Later... the phone And... a red light
just ain't the same Although it seems amusing ain't a damn thing funny So get that smirk off your face, money And let's simply take a ride on the wild
by and keep it moving [Prodigal Sunn] I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate
way too funky (true!) Time to feel like a martyr, a satire, a sadder pioneer (Sole, wassup?) With idle hands idolizing every instrument I hear But I've got red