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loved by his mother

Give you a calls
For the
Thing upstairs
She brings him his night time brown and flask
Sews up his nighttime brown and mask
You
Performed by adam sandler and jon

Contributed by chris durkin

Adam: and the now the excited southerner orders a meal at his favorite
Diner.
seconds later she was by my side

Baby, I wanna tell you something
I'm the one you need
Baby, I wanna tell you something
For you my heart bleeds
[Evan Schiller // Acoustic Drums & Loops]
[Chris Fox // Upright Acoustic Bass]
[Scott Moughton // Classical Acoustic Guitar]
[Eyvind Kang // Viola]

We
the blood
Of the women they love
There's white wearing the blood of the brown
But every woman learns to bleed from the womb
And we bleed to renew life
[Evan Schiller // Acoustic Drums & Loops]
[Chris Fox // Upright Acoustic Bass]
[Scott Moughton // Classical Acoustic Guitar]
[Eyvind Kang // Viola]

We
gonna come for you

You think you're so sly
You tried to roll by
You played the safe side
You said will somebody take me

Down town
Another James Brown
then get ditches pourin liqour out; that's what Chris about Tryna figure out
the beat down on the outside or bleed in till you piss it out; Block all
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai, kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi in high def
I'm righteous and still
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you

Hey,

[Chorus]
She want that lovey dovey 
That
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)

[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber

So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
Just in case you forgot, we go by the runners, hold up
Chris Brown, this what we do, we do this

I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't
and at him, brown Chris Farley
Kalapani K?lid?sa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent
cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!"
My heart bleeds the blood of felonies
The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen
You seem like the shook type
to the north and south
Can't make enough spit just to wet my mouth

I'm alone
Nobody standin' by me
I'm feelin' dry as the breeze
Nowhere to fill my
Jesus, you're ripped to pieces by hyena, your teeth like tweezers
I speak death like seniors with diseases
Packing Satan gun's that you're like Hussein's
again, add it to wax

[Chorus]

[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
killing nothing will ever stop me from fucking murdering upheaving these human stockpiles of brown sediment extremely aroused by the sight of fucking pain
Heard enough for today
Guess I'll turn and walk away
A leaf that's turned golden brown
The slightest breeze will bring me down

In safety mode
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
Jesus, you're ripped to pieces by hyena, your teeth like tweezers
I speak death like seniors with diseases
Packing Satan gun's that you're like Hussein's
begins to bleed 
She says her period 
It's Catholic heaven 
I have an ancient Indian crucifix around my neck 
My chest is hard and brown 
Lying