Red Eyes the Don, Donnarri - Al Green

Wanted to give her the world
She ain't want it from me
Still keeping it G
I end up everywhere they do not want me to be
By just being me
I took an L but I thug it out
Count up the money I need me a large amount
Milk and the honey I'm spreading it all around
Make sure the family eat cause they hold me down
Lungs full of that weed man I smoke a pound
I don't need to walk I just float around
They're all talk
It's annoying sounds
I need head
Baby hold me down
Got a couple Benjie's in my pocket
Grabba joint I'm taking off like rocket
Full throttle
No you can't stop this
Getting vicious in the mosh pit
I might punch a man in the face
Baby girl come give me face
I just need my pain erased
Two more shots to the brain
Five more shots I'm insane
Someone roll Mary Jane

Cup of the wock to the face
Off the wine
She just be trying to fuck me and come to my place
I don't got no time for no crying, casing you acting like jakes
And If I'm being honest I lied, eating it like it's a cake
I got my weed I might match you a eighth
Counting we growing we stacking our pap
Money keep coming no matter the day
I could tell that you mad by the look in yo face
If I look in the past all I see is the hate
Got the wheel press the gas on the road to be great
Girl if we fucking
I'm coming to late
Moving in motion
But stepping in pace
Grrrrr

Written by:
Donnarri Richardson, RIcardo Villacreses

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