Everybody want me
Call myself to repeat
And I wanna (Talk)
I wanna (Talk)
I wanna (Talk)
I wanna riot
I'm on my grind oh
Dripping on the low
All night my mind go
Tipping on God's door
I been gone, I'm falling and falling and
I done wrong but I'm on the ball again
I been incompetent on what the topic is
Ima get all that I want and I'm confident
Confident
Confident
Confident
Confident
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
Whoa
I met a girl from the west end of Hollywood
Fallacy, I about to riot, no
About to cry but no
Call me crazy
Came at me with the horizons tho
You don't know me like I do know you
And you can't find me no
I am hiding oh
So where you at, where you been, come and talk to
I know you're not the same no
I wish you could just get away
If I can't be crazy if I want to end it no
I want to end it
Fallacy is all I see
I know what they mean
On the breeze I always cheese
I cannot be beat
Got the beats in-house
We don't chase no clout
Got the beast in now
So you know what we about
And the east end go on until the dawn
I'm like Gohan, next gen Top Gun
Gots to get down with the movement
I been let down but I'm cruising
Trust
When I say I'm chilling
Must
Be my noggin at the ceiling
Or the rocking and the reeling
From the talking and believing
And I'm walking off the deep end
And I'm knocking on a feeling
Fallacy is all I see
I will not concede
Keep my head tight, got no grease
But I'm gonna riot with the whole team
Ima keep it going till I'm floating on the beat
But I been in the air, I just keep it low key
Call me ginger I'm rare, you in for a treat
Young kinder I'm fair, but I'm here for a feast
Time to split, time to get
All that shit I been seeing in my head
I ain't really ready but I'm busy till I'm dead
Eyes to the sky when the moon turn red
Fries on the side when I'm driving through the west
Rising inside got me going at my best
Flies gotta fly, head down like a neck
Trying to lie but I'm realer than death
Red Island - Riot Lyrics
Red Island - Riot Lyrics
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Everybody want me
Call myself to repeat
And I wanna (Talk)
I wanna (Talk)
I wanna (Talk)
I wanna riot
I'm on my grind oh
Dripping on the low
All night my mind go
Tipping on God's door
I been gone, I'm falling and falling and
I done wrong but I'm on the ball again
I been incompetent on what the topic is
Ima get all that I want and I'm confident
Confident
Confident
Confident
Confident
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
Whoa
I met a girl from the west end of Hollywood
Fallacy, I about to riot, no
About to cry but no
Call me crazy
Came at me with the horizons tho
You don't know me like I do know you
And you can't find me no
I am hiding oh
So where you at, where you been, come and talk to
I know you're not the same no
I wish you could just get away
If I can't be crazy if I want to end it no
I want to end it
Fallacy is all I see
I know what they mean
On the breeze I always cheese
I cannot be beat
Got the beats in-house
We don't chase no clout
Got the beast in now
So you know what we about
And the east end go on until the dawn
I'm like Gohan, next gen Top Gun
Gots to get down with the movement
I been let down but I'm cruising
Trust
When I say I'm chilling
Must
Be my noggin at the ceiling
Or the rocking and the reeling
From the talking and believing
And I'm walking off the deep end
And I'm knocking on a feeling
Fallacy is all I see
I will not concede
Keep my head tight, got no grease
But I'm gonna riot with the whole team
Ima keep it going till I'm floating on the beat
But I been in the air, I just keep it low key
Call me ginger I'm rare, you in for a treat
Young kinder I'm fair, but I'm here for a feast
Time to split, time to get
All that shit I been seeing in my head
I ain't really ready but I'm busy till I'm dead
Eyes to the sky when the moon turn red
Fries on the side when I'm driving through the west
Rising inside got me going at my best
Flies gotta fly, head down like a neck
Trying to lie but I'm realer than death
Call myself to repeat
And I wanna (Talk)
I wanna (Talk)
I wanna (Talk)
I wanna riot
I'm on my grind oh
Dripping on the low
All night my mind go
Tipping on God's door
I been gone, I'm falling and falling and
I done wrong but I'm on the ball again
I been incompetent on what the topic is
Ima get all that I want and I'm confident
Confident
Confident
Confident
Confident
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
I spy with my eyes that she mine
Whoa
I met a girl from the west end of Hollywood
Fallacy, I about to riot, no
About to cry but no
Call me crazy
Came at me with the horizons tho
You don't know me like I do know you
And you can't find me no
I am hiding oh
So where you at, where you been, come and talk to
I know you're not the same no
I wish you could just get away
If I can't be crazy if I want to end it no
I want to end it
Fallacy is all I see
I know what they mean
On the breeze I always cheese
I cannot be beat
Got the beats in-house
We don't chase no clout
Got the beast in now
So you know what we about
And the east end go on until the dawn
I'm like Gohan, next gen Top Gun
Gots to get down with the movement
I been let down but I'm cruising
Trust
When I say I'm chilling
Must
Be my noggin at the ceiling
Or the rocking and the reeling
From the talking and believing
And I'm walking off the deep end
And I'm knocking on a feeling
Fallacy is all I see
I will not concede
Keep my head tight, got no grease
But I'm gonna riot with the whole team
Ima keep it going till I'm floating on the beat
But I been in the air, I just keep it low key
Call me ginger I'm rare, you in for a treat
Young kinder I'm fair, but I'm here for a feast
Time to split, time to get
All that shit I been seeing in my head
I ain't really ready but I'm busy till I'm dead
Eyes to the sky when the moon turn red
Fries on the side when I'm driving through the west
Rising inside got me going at my best
Flies gotta fly, head down like a neck
Trying to lie but I'm realer than death
Writer: Adith Abraham, Daniel Murphy
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid