This is a song about "Red dreams"

Hate it when i leave

So goodnight and sweet dreams

Can barely walk the city streets

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

In aberdeen chasing dreams

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

I’m peeling wigs, killing pigs in my dreams

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Before i make your nose rudolph, special red,

My god come before this bread

Kushed up and my eye red

Warrents fights the strongest through my dreams.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Thinkin of the the dreams

So if you wanna leave