Amaze 88 - Red Wine lyrics

[Intro: Kool A.D.] Red red wine (oh-oh, yeah) Stay close to me, my love Red, red, wine, wine (Don't let me be, my love) Stay close to me, my love [Verse 1: Kool A.D.] Red wine, Jumpman Sandals HBO Fight Night, everybody pitch like ten bucks FedEx held at the airport Pills clean the weed out the bloodstream, wild hallucinations Cheeseburger and shake at Nation's (french fries) At the witching hour White van covered in hippy flowers [?] paisley Cut the f**ery and fakery Someone explain the plot Of The Wire to me, basically Oh plus, f** HIV (for real) Whoever thought that up, was a real hater, B (f** them) Yo, y'all think y'all Swift But you couldn't Taylor me my, chain be tailored by the Taylor Gang From repurposed plane parts Plus a black cat Bone snaps from smiley Dane Cook at his last book Signing, it was whack and boring Who casted Black Snake Moan? It was mad boring too But remember thinking Christina Ricci was cool (she is) Wednesday Addams gave me chubbies in middle school (hot) I digress Sometimes I try to be hard Sometimes I try to be hard-pressed (what does that mean?) Sometimes I try hard, sometimes I try less (okay) Sometimes I slide through the sky blessed (whoo) I don't sleep very much, but why rest? [Hook: Kool A.D.] Red, red wine Stay close to me, my love Don't let me be with myself Red, red wine [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] (That sh** gives me the worst hangovers ever in life...) I sing in the hallways like UB40 My kid wants to watch videos of DOOM performing I prefer text cause phone calls are too absorbing I'm separating nice-looking gals into cute-a-gories Yeah, in an invisible database, I break my jealous heart into individual hate grenades Toss ‘em, I'm making a paper maché coffin I'm really into six so I practice saying “Hey, blossom” If there was a zombie apocalypse I'd make slaves rebuild the Columbia rocketship You'll climb aboard but stand guard by the door And make the people fight each other ‘til there's a final four They say heavy hangs the Crown in my driveway My Chevy bangs the ground either way, my neck's kinda sore Yeah, I'm bu*t naked under a velvet And Lady Ls melt with each shake of the pelvis I should probably revisit the Melvins And check out the Screaming Trees' whole LP I'm waiting for the Bears to draft a real O-L-T So help me, genuine, L-O-L-Z [Sample of people talking about wine tasting]