saints Shot down in the square, don't track it in on the soles of your shoes When you?re dragged into the back of this car Go ahead put your red dress on
the saints Shot down in the square Don't track it in on the soles of your shoes When you're dragged into the back of this car Go ahead put your red dress on
Translation: TV On The Radio. Red Dress.
Call the radio and tell 'em this your song This your song, this your song, this your song, this your song Girl come on, girl come on, girl come on Cuz
there's a red leaf that falls from a purple tree it falls it floats down one red leaf against a clear blue sky it floats down past the marbles in the
Girl come on, girl come on, girl come on (Shorty I'm your) [Chorus: The Dream (LL Cool J & The Dream on adlibs)] Cause I'm your baby (Your) my baby (
fly shit on deck Say what? Got some fly shit on deck Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on
stay on your toes, stay away from hoes I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you That ain't the way
Dream! Uh!) Girl come on, girl come on, girl come on (Shorty I'm your) [Chorus: The Dream (LL Cool J & The Dream on adlibs)] Cause I'm your baby (Your
On your baggage claim bags, any object in my way who brags Sit on top of feminine, deoderant protective rags Y'all face the awards on the podiums, thankin
Johnson, TV dinner Swanson, good light licorice Suckers on my shitlist, are so shiftless Stick out like an ishthmus I lob globs of mucus on snobs whose
shit on deck Say what? Got some fly shit on deck Say WHAT? Got some fly shit on deck PPP got the glocks and tecs And Def Squad always got some fly shit on
