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Red Lights
150
Hip-Hop/Rap
Red Lights was released on March 31, 2020 by Brandon Strife as a part of the album Red Lights - Single
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Release DateMarch 31, 2020
LabelBrandon Strife
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Brandon Strife
Brandon Strife
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Dillard
Chad Dillard
Songwriter

Lyrics

Wish I could glide through the red lights
No longer could I wait for em
Wish I could glide through the red lights
Want the dollars the president got they face on
Wish I could glide through the red lights
No longer could I wait for em
Wish I could glide through the red lights
Want the dollars the president got they face on
Just strapped up my air max
Extra ready to hit the scene
Going buck wild
Like I'm out of mad magazine
Cocoa butter from my hand, grease the steering wheel
No question, I'm the man, shorty copping feels
I love life
Grew up Homies would love dice
Rob the store hockey mask, what the thugs like
Red ragging, pants sagging what the bloods like
Other gangs slanging dirt
Go and watch the mud fight
Glide through red lights, ball in a hurry
On the block, homie jump shot looking Curry
Luis Vuitton on my mind if I'm getting buried
You know which bird get the worm, so I'm spitting early
And the rims, on the drop, so worthy
Hitting all the bitches that used to go curve me
3rd rock from the sun, still ducking the serpents
Rock in my hand like Julius Irving
Burberry sheets, how I lay her down
Mink in the coat, while you play the clown
Steady soaking up the game while you ain't around
Steady soaking up the game while you ain't around
Why you ain't around?
Wish I could glide through the red lights
No longer could I wait for em
Wish I could glide through the red lights
Want the dollars the president got they face on
Wish I could glide through the red lights
No longer could I wait for em
Wish I could glide through the red lights
Want the dollars the president got they face on
And Shit, the chains they remain to be icey
Spirit, yeah the soul it remain to be feisty
Checks on the shoes, they remaining the Nikes
Water sign bitches, still remain to be Pisces
Right me, and my homie got a plan we gone make a killing
Broke bread with the folks you was calling villain
Shorty going back and forth, shit mirror tennis
Swear you got be a dentist how in yo feelings
Still running through my mind like you doing fitness
I smoke weed, stare at the stars, that's never ending
New whip like old school fights, push to start
Looking back, came a long way pushing carts
The k mart package, like ain't yall backwards
Rest in peace to brothers became AR practice
Seconds stall while I'm chilling
Never rush the feeling
Kush smoke got us high enough to crush the ceiling
Wish I could glide through the red lights
No longer could I wait for em
Wish I could glide through the red lights
Want the dollars the president got they face on
Wish I could glide through the red lights
No longer could I wait for em
Wish I could glide through the red lights
Want the dollars the president got they face on
Written by: Chad Dillard
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