Tekst:
Red Lights Flash Making Choices

life ain't nothing to play with) Yeah, I'm gonna make it, ooh (Face it, money is power and I'm a make it) I'm gonna make it, ooh Yeah, I'm gon' survive

feel, trying to cop a feel Me and you backseat, I just wanna chill If looks could kill, first name would be Bill Out on a Friday night, fake smiles and flashing lights

The cell had long been drained and all around the glass lay shattered A movement in the shadows A flash of blazing light The child stood before them

was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red

's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red

father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red

father's nickname was Red which I could never understand why because his hair was sandy blond. Nevertheless, the name stuck. So when my brother was born my father became Big Red