Imagine, all of your problems in the bottom of glasses/ Of something so bitter and sweet/ Try to get a taste of life to make everything right. Couple glasses of the white won't make your vision complete/ Too many dark forces, too many wrong choices, too many negatives being told, it's getting old/ Only Lord knows how your situation can fold, you'll come up short tryna to uphold all the leprechauns's gold/ You tell your friends about your problems, how these niggas ain't shit/ Bragging about how you making more money than other chicks/ Bragging bout your car and your last nigga/ and how your last nigga similar to your last nigga/ Looking for somebody to laugh with ya/ Instead they're laughing at you and they're weak cause your mind state weak/ You'll rather taste the wine before you taste the defeat/ One stain of that wine and it leaks/ You sit at the top of the mountain but never notice the peak/ Being everything but yourself. It's so mystique/ I'm guessing that that red wine give you such a relief/ I was told to never a judge a oak tree by its leaf/ Hook Rare times cause for you red wine Each bottle paints a different picture You always feel like you're alone. Until that bottle alone with ya/ One glass two glass, now you feel The passion of how everything changes when your feeling yourself/ You blame the world for your sorrows, don't worry bout tomorrow, I guess that Red Wine is gonna love you death. Second verse Tell me how do it feel, is it anything close to real/ All I taste is red wine on your lips, what an appeal/ Let me know that you're mine/ Tell me what's on your mind, baby what do you see/ is your vision impaired, are there two versions of G/ Apparently that's what you need to keep your balance for me/ Grab you by the face, kiss you and tell you love you/ You tell me things and the wine just makes you rebuttal/ You tell twitters all of your troubles/hell Olivia pope would be ashamed of you/ Don't be one of those women who always fun from conviction/ Don't let the lies you tell to yourself be an addiction/ You become submissive when seduction in position/ You drink every night like its a tradition/ Hook Rare times cause for you red wine Each bottle paints a different picture You always feel like you're alone. Until that bottle alone with ya/ One glass two glass, now you feel The passion of how everything changes when your feeling yourself/ You blame the world for your sorrows, don't worry bout tomorrow, I guess that Red Wine is gonna love you death. 3rd verse Smooth skin, soft kisses, low conversation/about being true still mixing all the vibrations/ Stare at you dead in the eyes, make this feeling last forever while your alive/I want to taste the wine the moment it cries/ I can survive off the sweet honey you keep in the hive/ The mind gets deeper, the heart gets colder/ The mind is like wine. It gets better when you're older/ You can create closure when you are closer/ Even when you're sober, you are such a roller coaster/ Warm kisses sits on the bone of your cold shoulder/ Kisses on your chest, then I'll start going lower/ This is the connection with heart of two loners/ I told ya mixing and being negative could hold/ But I'm gone hold you down every time I'm supposed to/ Everything become intense when you love a little slower like.. Last verse I'll be Nas, you be Kelis/ The sex is so Illmatic when it happens in the sheets/ I bet you hate me so much right now. The feelings deep/ One taste of your wine, and I'll start fucking your mind. Bad intentions cause for bad decisions/ Give off Love with extra passion in it/ You're like a drug, that sits in the garden love Such a psychedelic feeling, I hear jazz when I'm in it/
