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Larry June

The Red Carpet

 

The Red Carpet

(album: Very Peaceful - 2018)


Yeah

Cocaine stain on the cellophane
Open-toed shoes in the rain, she still do her thing
Twenty-four hour diner with coffee playing Coltrane
I let her hit the bags, she make the blade look like a runway
She always talking Paris, I'm like baby, baby, one day
Or Spain, I would like to do it all but it's a cold game
Smile so perfect you would think she worked for Colgate
I know a six symbol for a thousand, need another day
She tired of understanding, I'm tired too
But these are the grapes
Kurtis Blow said it in the 80s, make no mistake
Rain jacket smelling like new Porsche and a half an eighth
I order another coffee and vanilla piece of pound cake
Hear purse clinging, heels clicking, make the ground shake
Driver pick us up around the corner off of Broadway
Lady in the night new her right all in broad day
Hunnids falling out of every pocket in the hallway

No, don't sweat it
You too near me not to hear me
Looking like a basket of love
Baby, you know I'm on it, on it, yeah
Aye, aye, aye, aye

I like her low-key, I like them slaying bit
I love it how them Air Max match your outfit
How you doing love? You my top pick
Let's go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips
1997 all gray, love I'm on my way
Half moon baked, champagne, it's that type of day
Take my time with it, spend a little, but put more away
I know you kind of sleepy before a thousand, shit, we need that day
Turned the renegade to full go, took me two days
Had her on the one, switching lanes, rolled a hella J's
Took her to my crib, she was amazed, I whipped up a steak
Seek her location in Las Vegas, I got the play
My cheese on fire, that's how a Nike bitch, I spent eighty
I killed her with the swag and this brand new Chanel fragrance
Light a couple candles, au jus and a little bagel
Put the Rollie up for a minute, then I kept it simple

How you doing baby? What you here for tonight?
You doing good, right? Sock it to me
Baby, you know I want it, want it, yeah (Groovy)
(Shit, man) Aye, aye, aye, aye

I like her low-key, I like them slaying bit
I love it how them Air Max match your outfit
How you doing love? You my top pick
Let's go hiking, bitch, let's make a lot of chips

I'm not here for the bullshit, baby
I'm here for the whole grip, sock it to me

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