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Fort Minor - Red to Black (feat. Kenna, Jonah Matranga and Styles of Beyond).flv
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Vocals
Jonah Matranga
Jonah Matranga
Vocals
Kenna
Kenna
Vocals
Ryu
Ryu
Vocals
Takbir Bashir
Takbir Bashir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Songwriter
Ryan Maginn
Ryan Maginn
Songwriter
Takbir Bashir
Takbir Bashir
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Shinoda
Mike Shinoda
Producer
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Mark Kiczula
Mark Kiczula
Engineer

Lyrics

I had a friend named Victor, the two of us used to hang every single day And it seemed like overnight that his whole life just changed I know when his mom and dad broke up, it didn't make sense But I know that his dad was a drunk and he gambled away the rent Pretty soon Vic was seeing red, pissed off, but instead He'd drink every night until he passed out Then hed do it all again The whole time smiling on the outside, to cover the pain But on the inside, all he was trying to do was get away He's dying to get away Let the pain of yesterday Go slipping through the cracks Yo, funny how things change color, then fade to another shade When you had it made it was all good, but now look just another day It was so fresh, it was so clean Now it's all gone, one, two, three Lights out, which way to turn Can't get a grip, all alone in a big white house Every day gets worse, and you just curse until your head bursts And it hurts so bad she left, now you suffer Should've thought of that one first No family, no kids, can't accept what you did, now you wanna Run away, but you can't cause the past comes back again Slippin' through the cracks, sip a little jack Go to bed half dead! What about rent? Why does every cent gotta be a bet? When's it gonna end Oh my god we don't got a penny left My mom's gotta find a way to get a job Out of debt, out of dodge, out of breath, out of this big problem My pop's wanna get away from the pain In a better place in his brain But the medication he takes makes him wasted So sick he was gonna think the good Lord would come take him I'm shaking him Wake up you son of a bitch! He's dying to get away Let the pain of yesterday Go slipping through the cracks Hiding himself away Watching all the memories fade away From red to black He's dying to get away Let the pain of yesterday Go slipping through the cracks Hiding himself away Watching all the memories fade away From red to black Slipping through the cracks Slipping through the cracks Slipping through the cracks
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Takbir Khalid Bashir, Ryan Patrick Maginn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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