Lyrics Red Eye - Smoke DZA, Steven Young

Red Eye

Oh, na, na, yeah, yeah
Oh, no
Oh, yeah
Feels like
Yeah
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
It’s like gettin' the keys to your first joint
Like the first joint you own and all that
Yeah
Oh, oh
First time owners
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Oh
Right
I’m from the 9, I come from savages
Fuck your logic, we deal with a different narrative
Before the steak meals, butter asparagus
Havin' respect was more imperative
Industry niggas and gangstas, you gotta narrow it
Niggas be finicky, pressure, I have 'em tattlin'
Might fuck up your pockets quicker
But right after you roll them dice, you better watch them niggas
Petty artists, they be gaffin' like they bought a half a ki' up
Niggas flip the story better than they flip the re-up
A bunch of non-competers
Easy to creep up on the Patrón margaritas
Killt ‘em calm in Adidas
Have them follow the leader
Shortie high off my style like a bong of sativa
Bigger goals, bigger house
Expect the New Editions or Ricky or Ralph
Over joyous, my smile as big as this ounce
As big as this check that hit my account, uh
If not love, really what’s this about?
Go back to the New Edition line
With my granddad sippin' the Guinness stout
I got it figured out, really this what living’s about
When you’re down and out, the world don’t feel the same, yeah
But your love is like elixir to my veins
When the fame is gone, will your true love remain?
Yeah
But it seems that you’re addicted to that game, oh, no, no
Yeah
Right
Oh, oh
Love to the beloved
Yeah, yeah
Keep your head high
Ooh, no
It’s like flyin' to Australia a few times
Back and forth
Comin' back home on a red eye
Oh, oh
Red eye
Yeah, every day
Every day
Really fuckin' cool
Yeah