Oliver the 2nd - Red Roses lyrics

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Oliver the 2nd - Red Roses lyrics

[trenttruce] You don't want no trouble You don't want no trouble You don't want no You don't want no You don't want no trouble(10x) Red Roses all on their gravestones(16x) YEA [Oliver the 2nd] Duck n***a get stuck in the pond You ain't on the stuff that i'm on You a punk i'm a Don, can't relate You ain't never smoked a blunt wit ya moms Hit a lick with ya bros Chopped work in the car Totally hard Flame throw bars Burn down boulevards Roses all on they gravestones Posers p**y, they stay hoe! Had a pocket full of just say no Posted up by the pay phone Endless haze, this the end of days Friendly fades for all frenemies Indie'd out, so don't need a major Your contract just a piece of paper Skeletons with chains on Black leather, the days gone Dead bodies with consoles Making all of these strange songs Scary ain't it!? It's scary ain't it!? Pool of blood, all cherry ain't it? Creeped out, we faded All Backwoods get cremated [trenttruce] Sippin' on sum blood Monsters show no love Cannibals in my posse No one can find your body Probably in my feces Or in between some seaweed Shotgun hidden in a bouquet of roses I'm soulless, don't get ya life stollen I'll chop off ya head and go bowling Set ya spirit on fire, making godly decisions Here take the whippin' of d**h Weak styles get k**ed off may God bless Weak styles get k**ed off may God bless [Jeremiah Jae] Red Roses on they gravestone Roses on they gravestone Rose up out that great tomb Red eyes, that haze smoke I can see your Halo My click got that K lo Bodies out in Michigan Roll so deep, ya chick throat On site they flip wigs Red roses keep on pilling That blood on my peacoat Squad bout to creep hoes Ya b**h, don't wan't no problems Get bit in ocean waters Yea my fangs need that neck Turn you to a goblin [trenttruce] Red Roses all on their gravestones(16x) YEA