Lyrics:
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
it that you wild and you own it
But I'm wild in the moment
Saying shit I never told you
And we both moving like
It ain't no say so
Caught her by
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
to be solved
I got a lot on my heart, scorn the weary
Never believin' no woman
'cause bitches lie on the frequent
Live and die by this gun
Niggas ain't
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
The scarlet love in your heart
Was never meant for me
I met her under pink skies
Rose colored clouds and those brown eyes
But when she looks at me
It makes my
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
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
Born in the wild, so many trials, I ain't quit
All the people I robbed, I brought 'em down, I repent (Down)
Dirtied the money, I let it drown, watch it
The neck I stepped on got me passed on the tab
The pharcyde kept passing me by,cabin lab
Imma madman,got my own ways to keep the shit brand
Y'all
Quiet day, outside
No wrong, no right
Some men will fight, some die
Some live by the night and some by the sword of the samurai
Wild west, no law
choosing
I just wanna lay you down
Hear yo voice my body go wild
Chris brown come take me down
No time to waste let's do it right now
Entertaining crums had
of your brown eyes, baby, mm
And that wild side
That you learned to tame
She'll roll in like a midnight train
Almost like she never left here
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
Chris Brown with these dirty guns
It look like a dance when them bullets spark
Nothing in my life coincidental
Feel like God put me in the center
Niggas
might just be the feds
Thinking back I got set up by my ex
So why the fuck would I trust you
If you ain’t beneficial to them they gone say fuck you
Bizzy
with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
to feelings are calling out
Way down Way down Way down in a cloudy sunny day, on a winter land scape
Moving my heart, teach and see be wild
The brown eyes
with winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind
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