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sure Will knock every knocker of Diana's door. It isn't funny I know But what's the point me hanging around When all I get from seeing you Is browned
true love has gone to ground What you hear is unsound When true love has gone to ground Colours then are all browned When true love has gone to ground
gazin' Sittin' opposite of ya I'm lovin' Drinkin' till the sun come up and fazin' Browned up finna throw it up Baby insomnia Baby insomnia Can't sleep
sack me I'll be Browned, Browned, Browned
This is for my dark-skinned girls with the curves This is for my light skinned girls with the curls This is for my browned skinned girls from Leimert
meadows they withered and browned Withered and browned Holding on ravaged by time Holding on ravaged by time Holding on ravaged by time Ere Goliath's
to dust Shrivel up, break, and combust It's all gone and dead Brittle, browned, and wilted (So wilted) What was once green is grey Hysterical,
of our way They browned and burned us so bad They browned and burned us so bad Hired tongue, watch the film You've got halo round the collar Tired
ここは南のアイランド 誰もが皆倍に high になんぞ oh-oh-oh 水平線の向こうに free 延々泳ぐ goin' I browned myself in the hot sun at da beach The waves were lappin' the shore Sunset beach
Eish, there's something about her Futuremfana When I found her X, Chris Browned her Heavy in the dwelloms Almost Bobby Browned her She shroms, uzoba
on the range far and wide When the night wind blows up and slow His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather He sings his cattle call He's browned
sea and city lights Busy streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his
streets and dizzy heights You call me You call me The fawn-eyed girl with sun-browned legs Dances on the edge of his dream And her voice rings in his ears
brave, shallow in an ink black well Lightly browned in the fires of hell Wicked, holy, full on fake Best known for my big mistake I'm Zen wise,
Sweet water, hidden river Flows right by my place Life is slow, fishin's good That's how I spend my days I've got a sun-browned local lady She hails
potaterers, Just baked, and hash browned, and french fried" I sing this sad song 'Cause my diet went wrong, Though I honestly tried to pay heed I don't
on the range far and wide When the night wind blows up and slow His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather He sings his cattle call He's browned
the same (That's gangster) Everything stays the same, (That's gangster) Cool Hand Luke bashed and browned stone Got to stop the monkey I uncle'd Dale Jones
the shore, where I can lay my head down I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out Inside my hands these petals browned Dried up fallen
Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke And says,
walk-up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin fingers he takes a cultured toke And says Hell I can roll 'em
Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke And says,
suppertime she felt a bit browned (off) So every day since then Mary's had to spend Every penny that she's got in and out the you Know what (Going) down,
I got manicured fingers and toes I got 4 layers of pee-soaked clothes but I'm still condescending Your as and teeth permanent browned Your face is
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