Red Balloons

Red balloons mother fucker
Coming straight up out the sky
Well you better run for cover
Ah you better run and hide
Oh they look so picture perfect when they bloody up the sky
It could be a funeral or the fourth of july
Tired of these suckers tryna eat up all my time
Time to celebrate your life or time to cry
You decide
Red balloons mother fucker
Coming straight up out the sky
Ah you better run for cover
Yah you better run and hide
Move to florida and pop prescription pills until you die
It could be a funeral or the fourth of july
When you take your mask off do you laugh or do you cry
No just get down on your knees and open wide
Not a test
Didnt think youd go through so much stress
Put that money on the table
And girl friend gets undressed
Under so much stress
I might have to wear a bullet vest
When i go outside its raining iron fists
U better bet u bet u bet u
I can feel it
Its so fragile
So deep inside
Its paper thin
OH
Get the fuck off of me get the fuck off of me
NO
I only got time for my brothers and family
OH
You pressing my head like a frontal labotamy
NO
You got to go
We blowing up your system until your brain is fuckin fried
It could be a funeral or the fourth of july
Thought you had me figured out huh lil bitch-right
Get into the car lets take a ride say good night