Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song RED CROSS, artist - Bladee. Date of issue: 23.04.2024
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
RED CROSS |
| Stop all that talking, can’t you see, I’m in the night often |
| Leaves fall in the fall, it’s a nice evening |
| I make the summer freezing |
| I’m hooked up on a feeling |
| Creeping late after 8, yeah, the 9 all the time |
| See that black crow fly, smoking drain so high |
| Red cross at the top, yeah, this drain shit, it don’t stop |
| We’re 360 on the clock, really, everything you’re not |
| There’s no windows in the spot |
| There’s no innocence in us |
| We’re the realest in a sense, I don’t want friends |
| Tinted windows on the Benz, we’re with wizards in it |
| Treat this talking like a well, throw your wishes in it |
| 3 stars, moving militant |
| Collect from many men, shit, we want them millions |
| Red cross, we on that hill again |
| We at the top floor of the Hilton with little to no feelings |
| Hoodie on, I’m a civillian, Oakleys on like a Brazillian |
| No gravity in the building, we all up in the ceiling |
| Chandelier on my wrists, it’s evident we mean business |
| In the mall swiping cards |
| Decisions, decisions |
| Crocodile Dundee, alligator skin all over me |
| I’m having superiority, get all your sin away from me |
| I’ve had enough this shit boring me |
| It’s time for another story |
| I’ve been feeling immortal |
| I straight drop paranoia |
| Backpack on like I’m Dora |
| I start feeling important |
| I started moving major, I’m in immediate danger (So cold) |
| Our reality is blueberry flavoured |
| It’s 9 PM in the morning, I’m on the court scoring |
| Stop all that talking, can’t you see, I’m in the night often (Ah) |
| Leaves fall in the fall, it’s a nice evening |
| I make the summer freezing |
| I’m hooked up on a feeling |
| Creeping late after 8, yeah, the 9 all the time |
| See that black crow fly, smoking drain so high |
| Red cross at the top, yeah, this drain shit, it don’t stop |
| We’re 360 on the clock, really, everything you’re not |
| There’s no windows in the spot |
| There’s no innocence in us |
| We’re the realest in a sense, I don’t want friends |
| Tinted window on the Benz, we’re with wizards in it |
| Treat this talking like a well, throw your wishes in it |
| (Three Star) |