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Red Light
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Red Light은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 12월 7일일에 Alamo에서 발매되었습니다.Hunger Games 3
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발매일2018년 12월 7일
라벨Alamo
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
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BPM137

크레딧

실연 아티스트
Rod Wave
Rod Wave
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작곡 및 작사
Rodarius Green
Rodarius Green
작사가 겸 작곡가
Shawn Neavins
Shawn Neavins
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
7 On The Track
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[Chorus]
Alone in my jail cell, I remember
I was alone
Alone in my jail cell, one cold December
Let's get it
I hit my knees, and prayed for better days
I should've hit my knees and prayed for better ways
He play at the red light, he'll catch a red light
Promise, baby, if your head right, then I'm there every night
I went broke, I got my bread right, I got my bread right
I went broke, I got my bread right, got my bread right
[Chorus]
Alone in my jail cell, I remember
All alone
Alone in my jail cell, cold December
Oh, I was alone
I hit my knees, and prayed for better days
I should've hit my knees and prayed for better ways
He play at the red light, he'll catch a red light
Promise, baby, if your head right, then I'm there every night
I went broke, I got my bread right, I got my bread right
I went broke, I got my bread right, got my bread right
[Verse 1]
I miss you, baby boy
I'ma pull out for Lil Juvenile
They freed Day on the rec yard
But I can't find the energy to crack a smile
If you want me go around on the park, mama
I done stayed up and prayed all damn night
Heard that my new charges P-B-L
That means punishable by life
Look, I don't wanna rot in my cell, mama
I don't wanna make last year my last year
Did you see how they did me in court, mama?
Why they keep tryna make me out a bad kid?
How come they ain't let me out this morning?
All my friends came in and got release dates
They don't let me out next Monday, then I'ma start plottin' on the escape
Mama, tell me, how I end up shit creek?
Tell me, why I feel like they out to get me?
In the system, they don't treat me like I'm sixteen
Cellmate caught 8, only fifteen
Tryna get me for attempt and some burglaries
Tell 'em I don't know nothin', murder first degree
Tell 'em I don't wanna talk 'bout no burglaries
If the **** is dead, it's a third degree
Pussy **** tried to rob me and murder me
So I shot his ass
Hit the wrong ****'s mama, but I got his ass
Did he leave on a stretcher or a body bag?
Pussy **** tried to rob, but I bucked the jack
All the charges got dropped
If the state wanna pick it up
Tell the state they can give it up
At this point, I don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
Alone in my jail cell, I remember
I was alone
Alone in my jail cell, one cold December
Let's get it
I hit my knees, and prayed for better days
I should've hit my knees and prayed for better ways
He play at the red light, he'll catch a red light
Promise, baby, if your head right, then I'm there every night
I went broke, I got my bread right, I got my bread right
I went broke, I got my bread right, got my bread right
[Chorus]
Alone in my jail cell, I remember
All alone
Alone in my jail cell, cold December
Oh, I was alone
I hit my knees, and prayed for better days
I should've hit my knees and prayed for better ways
He play at the red light, he'll catch a red light
Promise, baby, if your head right, then I'm there every night
I went broke, I got my bread right, I got my bread right
I went broke, I got my bread right, got my bread right
[Outro]
Alone in my jail cell, I remember
Alone in my jail cell, cold December
I hit my knees, and prayed for better days
I should've hit my knees and prayed for better ways
Written by: Rodarius Green, Shawn Neavins
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