Red Soda
This is M.E.J. Becknel 895-4652
I just called Goodie, just to see what you was doing
And... that's all
And hear your voice
I love you
Bye-bye
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
Me, my sister and my dad, think the year was '04
Passing by the Superdome, riding through the city slow
Sitting shotgun back when we had the four doors
Broke down, I remember, I still have the photos
Go to Grandma house and then we sat up on the front porch
Wasn't even doing shit but that's the times I miss the most
Every now and then I think about how we used to be so close
Now I hit you every other couple weeks or I suppose
I still love you and I'm always gon' be your lil bro
And I see you doing big things, putting on a show
And your star is getting brighter and it's only gon' grow
And I'm gon' be by your side and you know we finna blow
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
I just called Goodie, just to see what you was doing
And... that's all
And hear your voice
I love you
Bye-bye
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
Me, my sister and my dad, think the year was '04
Passing by the Superdome, riding through the city slow
Sitting shotgun back when we had the four doors
Broke down, I remember, I still have the photos
Go to Grandma house and then we sat up on the front porch
Wasn't even doing shit but that's the times I miss the most
Every now and then I think about how we used to be so close
Now I hit you every other couple weeks or I suppose
I still love you and I'm always gon' be your lil bro
And I see you doing big things, putting on a show
And your star is getting brighter and it's only gon' grow
And I'm gon' be by your side and you know we finna blow
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it was dark and then we had to grow up
No responsibilities and never had to focus
Red solo cup, and my red soda
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Writer(s): Joel Holmes, Ii
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