Lyrics GEOGRAPHY MeNd$ - RED

RED Lyrics – GEOGRAPHY MeNd$

Singer: GEOGRAPHY MeNd$
Title: RED

MeNd$, this is wicked!
It’s the GM
GM
GM

Another young man from the ATL
Headed to the top you gotta wish me well
Tell me what you’re gonna do when they cast that spell
Tell me what you’re gonna do when the cards get dealt

Give me some room yeah give me some space
Night sky’s blacker than ace of spades
Gotta figure out just what to see
Knowing it’s almost PTD

[Gotta figure out just what to see
Told you it’s almost PTD
But you’re waisting time taking shots at me? That’s red rum
Who the hell is making beats of dead drums?

Thinking that you’re real slick, but you’re dead wrong
Reminiscing old times, but they’re dead and gone
Just stop
This shall be the year the earth goes in my hands

Might give the world peace while I get me some bands
Hater’s real sad, go and grab a tissue
What you got going on is not my issue, now
Look at the way I be moving

There’s no time for acting stupid
Fly like I’m Cupid
Always gotta be so ruthless
I just don’t know how you do this

You should know the grind is useful
Stay committed ‘cause choose to
Always putting on my good shoes
And I just walk through

Plus, you know we’re far away from part 2
I swear it’s nothing but red that’s up in our heads
We shake it off
If something you know is wrecking your power

Just break it off
Quit dodging the signs
Your lowest of feelings, just take them out
You look at the sky

And maybe there’s something to think about
Switching the flow [What?
That, you should know [What?
When I was on the road, where did you go?

I come with the energy like Drizzy Drake
But you sit there and act like my energy’s fake
Like, what can I do to put you in your place?
The hatred is written all over your face

It’s catching a case
You trick them and kill them with venom
And then get to sticking and not leave a trace
It’s dedication on X games

You know I put this on the MeNd$ name
They always talk about you, don’t know why they talk about you They don’t know their own lane
We sit down, we state facts
If you take charge, no paybacks

Always on the go, can’t erase that
Gotta work upon yourself and where you brain’s at, oh
Do little spin-back, let me go get that
Break the bars down like they’re KitKats

KitKats, lil baby, go sit back
If there’s some trouble, just know we can fix that
Thinking of ways to work smarter, not harder
For the future sons and the daughters

Certain times, it feels like a slow day
Up until we get a snow day
Ain’t no surprise
Just look at the temperature rise

Along with many other guys
Who always keep on telling lies
With 0 goodbyes
‘Cause we done took too many tries tonight

Need to open your eyes, alright
They’re just reckon to cause a fight
Cause a fight
Open up all the doors? They might

But you know we that go first sight
First sight, uh
Another young man from the ATL
Headed to the top you gotta wish me well

Tell me what you’re gonna do when they cast that spell
Tell me what you’re gonna do when the cards get dealt
Give me some room yeah give me some space
Night sky’s blacker than ace of spades

Gotta figure out just what to see
Knowing it’s almost PTD
I swear it’s nothing but red that’s up in our heads
We shake it off

If something you know is wrecking your power
Just break it off
Quit dodging the signs
Your lowest of feelings, just take them out

You look at the sky
And maybe there’s something to think about
Aye
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RED – Terjemahan / Translation

MeNd$, this is wicked!
It’s the GM
GM
GM

Another young man from the ATL
Headed to the top you gotta wish me well
Tell me what you’re gonna do when they cast that spell
Tell me what you’re gonna do when the cards get dealt

Give me some room yeah give me some space
Night sky’s blacker than ace of spades
Gotta figure out just what to see
Knowing it’s almost PTD

[Gotta figure out just what to see
Told you it’s almost PTD
But you’re waisting time taking shots at me? That’s red rum
Who the hell is making beats of dead drums?

Thinking that you’re real slick, but you’re dead wrong
Reminiscing old times, but they’re dead and gone
Berhenti saja
This shall be the year the earth goes in my hands