Ruby Red Songtext
von Daniel Son & Futurewave
Ruby Red Songtext
Been on this shit for a minute man
You know we tryna get fucking rich
I got a girl with a golden voice but she never sings
I squeeze lemon juice in the wall, let it stink
Shot the pheasant while it spread its wings
Tryna get in heaven when I die but I′ma need to pull every string
You know Marie, she never hit me no more
I think she might be dead, thought she
Might be proud to see me twice as fed
'Cause we eating over here my dude
Every night bodies jumping when I read the news
But what′s your life worth?
Please tell me how the price work
Tell me who been plugging the north
Who took flight first?
Now tell me I ain't doing the same
I make 'em drown in the wave
I die a legend when I′m down in my grave
Tryna put up big numbers that can′t be topped
To get there I can't be dead and I can′t be locked
Just need my freedom and my health then I can't be stopped
′Cause Sons of Relic got a hustle and it can't be knocked
My dude, this one for them broke days
Yo, shoutout discount liquor Bayonne, New Jersey
Six dollar packs of Backwoods
This one for those days (Time it is)
Tried to tell ′em every time that my approach was better
Now I just show 'em and keep showing, I'ma grow forever
Two tone Springfield under the Polo sweater
Tryna dodge the local weather, shit I might go to Denver
I′m tryna go to Croatia stop in the Netherlands
I pray my flight don′t never land in a bed of sand
But when I'm gone all that′s important is I fed the fam
I always had a vision but this shit was never planned
I know that money is evil, talked to the poorest reverend
He said that when you broke you can only afford depression
Middle finger to the judge while the court's in session
Do a buck eighty down the one way, tryna torch a Tesla
Call her sour plum, scheming while the hour′s young
Why your shorty hit my line for that powder son?
Rub it on your rotten gums 'til it′s getting ruby red
Love to see a coward run, it's what the young Auduca said
Brown Bag Money, man
What you expect though?
Shoutout my dude Future Waves
Fucking time it is
You know we tryna get fucking rich
I got a girl with a golden voice but she never sings
I squeeze lemon juice in the wall, let it stink
Shot the pheasant while it spread its wings
Tryna get in heaven when I die but I′ma need to pull every string
You know Marie, she never hit me no more
I think she might be dead, thought she
Might be proud to see me twice as fed
'Cause we eating over here my dude
Every night bodies jumping when I read the news
But what′s your life worth?
Please tell me how the price work
Tell me who been plugging the north
Who took flight first?
Now tell me I ain't doing the same
I make 'em drown in the wave
I die a legend when I′m down in my grave
Tryna put up big numbers that can′t be topped
To get there I can't be dead and I can′t be locked
Just need my freedom and my health then I can't be stopped
′Cause Sons of Relic got a hustle and it can't be knocked
My dude, this one for them broke days
Yo, shoutout discount liquor Bayonne, New Jersey
Six dollar packs of Backwoods
This one for those days (Time it is)
Tried to tell ′em every time that my approach was better
Now I just show 'em and keep showing, I'ma grow forever
Two tone Springfield under the Polo sweater
Tryna dodge the local weather, shit I might go to Denver
I′m tryna go to Croatia stop in the Netherlands
I pray my flight don′t never land in a bed of sand
But when I'm gone all that′s important is I fed the fam
I always had a vision but this shit was never planned
I know that money is evil, talked to the poorest reverend
He said that when you broke you can only afford depression
Middle finger to the judge while the court's in session
Do a buck eighty down the one way, tryna torch a Tesla
Call her sour plum, scheming while the hour′s young
Why your shorty hit my line for that powder son?
Rub it on your rotten gums 'til it′s getting ruby red
Love to see a coward run, it's what the young Auduca said
Brown Bag Money, man
What you expect though?
Shoutout my dude Future Waves
Fucking time it is
Writer(s): Daniel Borley, Martin Budik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
