red sky - nightcore version

Red sky bleedin' from my eye

Tides risin' up to new high

I turn my back to the wind

Slowly driftin' away

I hear the night sing, "Welcome to your new-"

Welcome to your new

It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz

Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit

You say, "We opps," but you stay on my dick

My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit

They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?"

Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch

Fuck your white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit

I play it cool and hand brodie the blick

Blick out your stu' just to show you I'm rich

Now, you can't drop no new music 'cause shit

How you jump right on that song and then snitch?

Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch

Say the wrong thing and get put on that list

This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss

Better thank me that your ass still exist

'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick

She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff

Don't fuck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch

Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist

Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists

Draco brown, like a Hershey

Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss

Hang out the window and wave at his bitch

Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed

Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

Don't give a fuck, I'ma rock with my twin

Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin

Speak on the dead, then, we boxin' you in

Send you to heaven, they kill you again

We killed his buddy, he buckin' again

If they revive 'em, we bust him again

Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in

I got in trouble for tellin' on friends

Rip out your tongue if you're talkin' too much

You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us

Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me

Bury the K and it still shoot rusty

Fuck my opps, niggas broke and they musty

All my exes still wanna fuck me

Eliantte on me, this is not lucky

Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky

Remember when pops used to front me

When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat

Three hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip

Ain't no way you could punch me

You ain't really gang, you a flunkie

Send your ass to the store like your aunty, pussy

Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')

Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')

One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')

Before that's done, it's waking

This is really happening

Is this is really happening?