Lyrics:
documentary
About Meek's life, released
To accompany his mixtape Mr philadelphia
Covers the subject of
His father's murder in some
Depth it was South
Have you ever found some trace of dirt in your white hands?
Day by day to clean and wash the spots away
something is gonna bring you back down Mrs. Brown
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
Dear Mr. Officer
Do you really care
About us
Dear Mr. Doctor
Do you really care
About us
Brown
Black
White
Yellow
Red
We
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
Dear Mr. Officer
Do you really care
About us
Dear Mr. Doctor
Do you really care
About us
Brown
Black
White
Colors
Colors
Colors
Colors
Dear Mr. Officer
Do you really care
About us
Dear Mr. Doctor
Do you really care
About us
Brown
Black
White
Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz
He's alright, Mr Brown. Yeah, don't worry about him
He has been sitting up there for as long as I can remember
Yeah, he's always there, dawn till
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
of Mr. Brad?
I don't know what happened to the slut
Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up
On your ass trick!
I'll be damned if I
in mayonnaise
Says Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Hey, thanks a lot Doc my arm's feeling great
Oh, by the way, could you
You're a therapist
This uh Hash-Browns as you guys call him
It's just a part of you uh
Mr Z
Aye that's Tiga Z
Ah yes Tiga Z
Has to just learn to let go
when Mr. James Dillingham Young entered the furnished rooms
His name became very short indeed
Mrs. James Dillingham Young put her arms warmly about him
the neighbour's cat
She feeds it to her budgie
Jehovah's Witnesses drop by
She feeds them to her budgie
Mr. Brown stops by and says hi
And she feeds him to her
funk from my shoe
But what about this funk, can two brothers like us do
but get down like James Brown and rock the whole town
Hah! And now The Lords
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and a nice pair of kegs
Hmm, Mr. Goodbar style
You haven't met a guy like me in a while
I jump out a cake, dance, play, shake
I ain't got no Body By Jake
and stayin' out much later than she should
And there's been quite a lotta talk about it goin' round the neighborhood
Well Mrs Brown said since you brought it
a long walk to the end of this road
But there's something about Mrs Daisy that you don't know
One step too far and it's her brown eyes that you find
Brown
These niggas dressed like Mr brown and
Whipped top bald like Mr brown
And I'm coolin my niggas from
The west like Alonte
Sexy women look similar
drop
Mr. JB
Mr. JB - get up!
When I was a little kid dreaming about fame and fortune
The only way I could succeed I thought
was by singing and dancing
giants
Dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr. Truman's beer factory
Waving bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields, Whitechapel,
Tower Hamlets
Sending half crazed shadows, giants dancing up the brick wall
Of Mr Trumans beer factory, waving, bottles ten feet tall
Whether one calls it Spitalfields,
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