House Red from House Red by Griffin Ford

Heaven when it hits
You won't believe it baby
Can't hardly believe
A thing that's said
Atop the tiller's counter
Fit for fast money and expenses
Payed and accounted for
Baby I promise
Baby I promise
When I'm dirt poor
I'll still buy the house red
Whatever it may be

Baby I promise you on the pass
With sharps in my hands
With hot in my arms

I'll still open that restaurant
House Red, wherever it may be

Baby I promise you
While we clog up the road
On our knees

I'll still be that man
Whoever he may be

A man that could put the pets down if needed
A man not angry
A man not satisfied
A man that could go to heaven with you

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