Red Skin We fuckin' do it our way, bitch, let's go Put a red patch on my forehead I'm going home to my friend's family Put it, put it, put it on my forehead Open the lid in my head My thoughts don't shake, but when it opens, it explodes Your thoughts and wishes are just imagination I can pour out everything with my words and actions My story is non-fiction My wet hair is wet It doesn't stick, it's sticky The 19-year-old red sticker on the street It's not a test to buy Get rid of the red pen in your hand Real talk, my lyrics in my head I'm the type of person who does what others tell me to do I don't press the top of my head except for my snapback I can't stand it, bitch, I put it next to me like a keyboard Don't let me put my hand on my head I'm a whale that doesn't know how to kneel If my heart is my logo, the lyrics are Dumbest dick written in writing Put a red patch on my forehead No flat line, no flat line My head is wet Every night, every night, like a horror story Even if you don't want to hear it I don't care if it's itchy The red bus that everyone can see It's not just a flower You don't need to look at the people you admire Hide me I feel it when I look at my mom's eyes I'm afraid someone will see you I try to hide it in my head I enjoy that tension more The middle-aged men are locked up in a corner Even if I prepare, I'm not allowed to go out Everyone who has a wife's authority covers me With red lip marks This is more of a clean-up device Tighten the button on my neck The citizens on my head are rap The hand of stimulus is the life of creation In the blood-spilling sun I become a scab that will heal the wounds The goal of the underage I'm 19, pure and pure The red meaning is a warning It's time for me to get up Put a red patch on my forehead I'm going home to my family who gave me a house Put it on, put it on, put it on my forehead Put it on, put it on, put it on my forehead Why do I have to deal with it in a day? The number of calls If I were a kid, I wouldn't be able to sleep I'm a parasite that can't get a girl Blood, cancer, or bat I keep licking it to the end Eat it all until it disappears Empty my life I think 24 hours I'm thirsty and thirsty Music business ho This is my business, Hollywood I'm a, I'm a cynical Like Oslo's salary every night I lose my temper every time I drink or play badminton L.B. L.B. don't know My 20s This life Not complete I've completed it I'm the youngest now You don't know This red scab My life is Sweeter than any cherry Coca-Cola that fills up Put a red patch on my forehead I go home to my friends and family Put it on, put it on Put it on my forehead Put it on, put it on Put it on my forehead Put a red patch on my forehead No flat line, no flat line My head is still breathing Every night, every night Like a horror movie Even if you don't want to hear it I close my itchy mouth