see what?s true Roses are not red Roses are not red Roses are not red And I never loved you Roses are not red Roses are not red Roses are not red And
rainbow we found everlasting love and devotion red are the roses - that you're holding in your hand when you need - tender lovin' pretty lady you know i'm your man red
Dum dum dum dums Niggas, it's going down, up in the C-Town Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose For the niggas that
me up, Daddy, to the belly of your ship Let the ship slide open and I'll go inside of it Where you are not human, you are not human" But nobody heard
[beanie seigel] Ughh, ughh, yeah This is beanie seigel That philly cat playin' wit that silly rap Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas Y'all know
Chicago But I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone And sang into your machine You are my sunshine My only sunshine You are my sunshine
story told she was a little girl in a red-rouge, sun-bruised field and there were rows of ripe tomatoes where a secret was concealed. And it rose like
the blood is red instead of sellout green This is not the music for an R n' B mind This is flower intertwined with a vine In other words this is rose
my eyes are so focused, no quick glance, before i bounce, yo, Strydes, i make sure my flows are still lightning, that's why the rest are not liking,
mother water are the days all gone? Why mother water are the days all gone? Why mother water are the days all gone? Why mother water are the days all
dim the lights up You see the studs, I want the red strobe to hit it right Stones are screaming, hot lattes, the rosees My robes is a murder statement
see girls like you in them girlie books I'm losin my mind, but it's not lost yet I'd pay a thousand dollars just to see your sihlouette Red is the rose
something else I'm not listening when you say Goodbye Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo Do-do-do, do-do-do-doo Do-do-do The sky was gold, it was rose
I hope you like it [Chorus] Roses are red, and violets are blue Sugar is sweet love, but not as sweet as you Boogers are green, and doo-doo is brown
-ass man, I let him get away,That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway.Here come the piggy, it's time for my case,His eyes are blood red with
dying I want to share these poems of my soul My verses are light green But they are also flaming red (the next verse says,) I cultivate a rose in June
fall Send me no roses please no more roses Roses are red I know but through my tears they look blue Send me no roses please no more roses Your roses can
