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 **** 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 ***** now and I might *** out
thoughts in my head spin around and round
Got *****-whipped and I wet her bed
my ******** game is the worst in town
she was born in '52
I'm born 12-02-91, that's true
***** is brown, but right now them ***** is blue
her *** in my face, guess her **** is food
I'm not hungry, ma'am I'm *****
but she convinced me that I need to eat
I rolled up my sleeves, and she began the feedin'
but the smell of **** started me dry-heavin'
Her ***** looked like a baby ruth
Might die from E-Coli that's the truth
Bury me in Detroit
Tombstone reads: "****face ate her ****."
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 **** 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 **** 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
***** hang out of place, I *******
And sometimes when she is just *******
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 *******
went on a date, had a mishap
She gets real ****** when I talk my jive
I'm old as ****, 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 ****hole 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 **** 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 **** 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
