Mr. Red

[intro:]

So Mrs. Red
Was it something I said?
There was nothing but anger
Fear like an unsweet samba
Fuck the old times
You go from pop to grime
Nothing to sight
You gotta big fright
When you see my out the window
Just by the Sainsburys near John's
Just know that the cakes I buy
Aren’t for you
I will never, ever, ever come back to you
I'm not angry anymore
But I'm still.. Mr, Red!

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips
Trippin’ on these friendly faces and friendly notions
So i went down south but i ended up north
Of mice and men and friendly fans of music
I used to havе a nine to fiver
And that's just some friеndly advice
Some friendly advice-use their energy as urs to function with
He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly
Im told to do whats right, and always be the friendly one
Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son
In the lambo looking like a fly
But i'm also quite friendly, ain't i?
Here's some friendly advice, i don’t like!
Always strap so i was alright