Realistic - Rosy Shades lyrics

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Realistic - Rosy Shades lyrics

[Intro: Donna] The taste of the forbidden fruit is seductive. Keeps you coming back for more. You entice me... I'm a prisoner of your charm, I wish to remain. Lust, fantasy, infactuation... [Verse One: Soniq] I've got no doubt that I'm going out of my mind. Miss Shades got no ring on it, I know that now is my time I wanna know what Rosy 'bout, so so I shout and I find out when she'll be going out. What's Rosy's route, man, what kind? This one time, she asked "What's the time?" and I said, "Lord, are you fine…" "I asked you what time... (What time is it?)" And I said, "It's quarter to nine." And since then I've been feeling like she's my soul-mate. In due time, I'ma take my time when I make her mine, but she needs to know who I'm And I need to know who she is (Rosy Shades). What makes her tick, where she lives What place she frequently visits. What ways to lick if she gives So I shadow her and I take some pics and I must admit, man, she busy All buzzed and sh** when she's tipsy. Red Red Wine, she dizzy Red wine, 'til it's bed time. She makes headlines on my spreadsheets Cause her head lies on that pillow case - red like her bed sheets Her eyes close, she wakes up, she finds a rose. Doesn't tell nobody but I know... [Chorus] When Rosy rocking red, red, red Red, red,red [Verse Two] Set my fire alight. You'll be my desire tonight Calling me messiah, alright. Singing like Mariah… Give Rosy red rum and lipstick, give Rosy red lingerie Give Soso red rum, he flips it, murders entendres Give Soso red drum he kicks it, give her guitar she licks it Getting closer now, aren't we? I think that she's on to me But it's cool now, cause we're cool now. It's not like my enemy to Just cool out and hear what I say and when I'm done she's on some "Me too." I grin and say, "We have a lot in common," she smiles like, "We do." When I said "It's nice to meet you," she was like, "Hold up, you don't need to… tell me." Telling me that she co-signs my profile on the net. Got my mobile on her mobile and a whole file on her desk About my whole style, I've got no child, how I go wild on a set And she tattooed 'Soso' right on her neck. And Rosy rocking… [Chorus (x2)] [Refrain] When Rosy rockin' red, red, red. (Encrypted love letters only your hear can decipher) It's like Roxy rockin' red, red, red Refilwe rockin' red, red, red Raesibe rockin' red, red, red. (You make me feel, and I come alive) It's like Rihanna rockin' red [Verse Three] Red tints on my rosy shades, red... Rosy shades Hater blockers, that's so cliché. Nerd gla**es, that so cliché Red tints on my rosy shades, red. Rosy shades I don't brag, man, that's so cliché. But you can get it baby, "Oh, behave." Red tints on my rosy shades, hater blockers, that's so cliché Still rock my aviators but fashion bloggers like Oakley shades See me chilling by the oak tree shade. All I want is t be low-key paid I don't brag, but if it comes to that then I'ma say some sh** to get Smokey made! Breath-mints on the smokey stage, even though don't smoke B-Grade What I smoke's an MC's career so all I need's a light because it mostly fades! Red tints on my rosy, come on... Hater blockers, that's so cliché I be k**ing sh**, find me chilling with red tints on my rosy shades Red, red, red. Red, red, red Hold up! [Verse 3: Soniq & ?] Red tints on my rosy shades. Red tints on my rosy shades Hater blockers, that's so cliche. Nerd gla**es, that's so cliche Red tints on my rosy shades. Red tints on my rosy shades I don't brag, man, that's so cliche. But you can get it baby, "Oh, behave!" Red tints on my rosy shades. Hater blockers, that's so cliche Still rock my aviators buy fashion bloggers like Oakley shades See me chilling by the oak tree shade. All I want is to be low-key paid I don't bag but if it comes to that then I'ma say some sh** to get Smokey made! Breath mints on the smokey stage, even though I don't smoke B-Grade What I smoke's an MC's career so all I need's a light because it mostly fades Red tints on my rosy… C'mon! Hater blockers, that's so cliche I be k**ing 'em so find me chilling with red tints on my rosy shades