Tekster:
Blood Red Shoes Keeping It Close

laugh (?) Who?s hiding up We?ll make this last (?) now Burning your hands What?s it worth waiting for? Swimming to you Crawling in your touch Burning your hands What?s it

game I don't cheat I just play my position, get MVP I get money, don't shit come free It's my life and I run it even when Keep my business in my pockets

buy Can let it by, too many niggas gotta die Once you got one in the head, 19 in the side So keep these shoes tied, it might be a homicide In my blood

the red, it's what I'll depend on Once the rents gone, and it's due real soon So I'm convincing myself, my lies could be true And it's funny, how money

your fuckin' life Try and do it right And keep your family tight Just stay committed to get it and you gon' be alright [Chorus: Mike Ant] It's so cold

Can let it by, too many niggas gotta die Once you got one in the head, 19 in the side So keep these shoes tied, it might be a homicide In my blood, all

what you eat then I'm half cooped up chicken mixed with clone cow It used to be rub sticks for fire and farm with stone plows Now it's stoned yuppies

the red, it's what I'll depend on Once the rents gone, and it's due real soon So I'm convincing myself, my lies could be true And it's funny, how money

never stitched up, now cops got ya poster's up. Fa sheezy, you know you, I'ma fo sho it up, and close it up Blow it up, and grow the what? Blow the cut