Lyrics:
dressed their summer clothes
I see them strolling by, my happiness ?
Turn it black
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I said I know baby
Everything is black I know
But what love got to do with it when I don't love myself?
To the point I should hate everything I do love
Should I hate living my life inside
92 brad pitt vision all toons
Spells that I cast on beats all brooms
Clutching like clint wish you would in saloons
Who's in your office suite me
I wrote a poem
And sent it by sea-gull sea-gull
Brown haired brown eyed beautiful
Over yonder across the horizon
And so I paddle on and on
Until my
I got the blunt by the deuce I got a cup by the deuce
Pour me another I'm up by the deuce pour me another I'm up by the deuce
Check my influence I ran
Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Presidents
And Brown-Brown Benjamins
Holdup wait a minute cash
Lemme talk about this money real fast
Everything we do we got money on blast
Money fuel
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
on my own
Turn off my phone
Loosing my mind
But I'm holding my own
Try not cry
Just getting by
Emotions not prone
Rolling the leaf
Getting real high
Get
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get
them block
So they would find out yeah
Just an young brown kid
Perplexing time out
And I was done I was on my own
Music was the only thing that stood by
[Busta Rhymes]
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh
It's a sunny day and the sky is bright
Take her to the mist everything is right
No need to make bets cause
we shake sugaree?
Everything I got is down in pawn
Everything I got is down in pawn
Pawned my watch
Pawned my chain
Pawned everything
Even
we shake sugaree?
Everything I got is down in pawn
Everything I got is down in pawn
Pawned my watch
Pawned my chain
Pawned everything
Even
on my Michael Jackson now
David Ruffin shit, without the powder
Ain't nobody come to see you Kace it's Clint right now
I got a itch right now, a chip
everything
Everything, because without them
Nothing makes sense
Oh brown eyed girl
The sun is shining
And it feels so fine
From dusk till dawn
We by
This is Normalize Growth
The Search for Zen
The music you are listening to was expertly crafted by Dayton, Ohio's own Clint Taylor
The speaker will
Right by my side, it's so right
I found the missing piece to my puzzle
The first time I saw those dark brown eyes
Now everything I dream of you bring
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
to Christ, can I bring my mother back to life?
And if I die tonight, will I see her in the afterlife? (Jesus)
But back to reality, where everything's
No fake love just give me my respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get
and pawned
Everything I got is done and pawned
Pawn by buggy
Horse and cart
Pawn everything that was on my lot
Oh, lordy me
Didn't I shake sugaree?
Everything
babe)
With cinnamon
You're everything to me
Just let the record spin
Spin sweeter than cinnamon
Brown sugar you fit my sweet tooth
Dance slow, dance slow
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
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