Ryan Carter tells of a torrid love affair with a widowed woman who he travels hundreds of miles to visit.
lyrics
[CHORUS]
Red-Eye!
Late night.
Plane rides.
just to bang you!
[VERSE 1:]
I'm flying above the clouds
Like Evelyn King, Love is coming down
I'm feeling like a foreigner
when they open the doors, I'm running down the aisle
Yes I'm horny now and I might eat out
thoughts in my head spin around and round
Got pussy-whipped and I wet her bed
my pull-out game is the worst in town
she was born in '52
I'm born 12-02-91, that's true
balls is brown, but right now them shits is blue
her ass in my face, guess her poop is food
I'm not hungry, ma'am I'm horny
but she convinced me that I need to eat
I rolled up my sleeves, and she began the feedin'
but the smell of shit started me dry-heavin'
Her turds looked like a baby ruth
Might die from E-Coli that's the truth
Bury me in Detroit
Tombstone reads: "shitface ate her poop."
That's the end of strife
but I gotta go, I got a flight tonight
frequent flyer miles are being advertised
go to Christian Mingle.com for another widowed wife
sleep is sacrificed.
[CHORUS w/Artis Calloway:]
Red-Eye! (Red-eye, Red-eye)
Late night. (oh why? oh why?)
Plane rides. (oh-oooh! RED EYE!)
just to bang you!
Red-Eye! (Red-eye, Red-eye, Red-eye)
Late night. (oh why? oh why? oh why?)
Plane rides. (Red-eye, Red-eye)
just to bang you! (Red-eye, Red-eye)
[VERSE 2:]
Her oxygen's been given, the tanks full
Life Alert's on-call, she stumbled
liver spots cover her body, so artfully
boobs hang out of place, I suckled
And sometimes when she is just pooping
I tell my life story: a sad one
Alicia she carried a loser
And then I was born like "da-da-da-da-da"
misfortune and set-backs
I was lame, now I'm just wack
Life kicked me in the nutsack
went on a date, had a mishap
She gets real pissed when I talk my jive
I'm old as fuck, but to her I'm five
wrote on her ID: don't revive
beneficiary if she don't survive
God knows she too nice bro
she ain't the first, there've been several
some would say to be careful
I got a death wish, I'm just dreadful
rhyme butthole with tadpoles
got a record real, I make bankrolls
throwing gangs signs in the nursing home
date the women there and eat their casserole
[REPEAT CHORUS w/Artis Calloway:]
Red-Eye! (Red-eye, Red-eye)
Late night. (oh why? oh why?)
Plane rides. (oh-oooh! plane rides!)
just to bang you!
Red-Eye! (Red-eye, Red-eye, Red-eye)
Late night. (oh why? oh why? oh why?)
Plane rides. (Red-eye, Red-eye)
just to bang you! (Red-eye, Red-eye)
[OUTRO:]
Red Eye, full moon
credits
from Red-Eye [Single],
released August 3, 2019
[D.Carter, J.Onfroy, R.Carter, A.Calloway] Crazyone-Worldwide/Artis Calloway Productions.
Distributed by: Crazyone-Worldwide.
Recorded at: Calloway Studios Warren, MI.
Mastered by: Ryan Carter
Mastered at: Crazyone Studios
