Lyrics:
Court
I can picture that studio fitted out with my style
A brown and beige kinda mood, you know
And metro hex green tile
A framed Navratilova hangin'
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
Your friends swung by
You jumped in the car
You walked in here and now here we are
Puttin' the hurtin' on some José
And catchin' up while the band
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
Speak up clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
I want you
I want you
Brown
Brown
Brown
Brown
Sugar
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
He said to come by 7 but I said 11
Cause it's
to please
Look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
Hear the Salvation Army Band
Down by the riverside
It's bound to be
Brown shirts here in the white house
Brown shirts up on top of the hill
Brown shirts can you hear them marching
I swear they are marching still
night 30 mins later wandering the studio
Hey! How are you!
I'm fine man, how are you?
This is Hans Zimmer if you're
Not familiar with his work
He
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
specialize in misconstruin'
We wanna be at a presidential level, what are we doin'?
Foolin' ourselves, clownin' ourselves, playin' ourselves
By not bein'
I ain't even heard of it
'Heard of what?' You ask, their music, they all rap, they're all bad
All That, Amanda Bynes, looking mad fine she never
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
know I got issues but then
when I'm with you, we're laughing a lot,
brown skin girl you fine
with your brown eyes, you a dime
She makes me get
back faith in a soldier long ignored.
It's possible you'd think my intentions are scary,
With this seance that I'm having at Harper's Ferry.
You look at me and baby, all you see are my blue eyes.
I'm not a man baby, all I am is what I symbolize.
Brown-eyed woman. (Stay away, baby.)
raised you, bitch
Birdman got an army, Birdman got a navy
And Cash Money can't save you
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin'
your ass and slam
He watched me so I wouldn't get jumped by shorty's fam
Roaches of weed all over my crib, him and moms relaxing
Next thing you know
Come on baby I'mma take you on a joyride
Look so pretty staring at me with them brown eyes
Whip through the city when I take you on a joyride
Pretty
Everything is not black and white
I will introduce you to some colors
I will introduce you to some colors
Everything is not black and white
I will
f...o...x...fox!
fox!
fox!
d...o...g... dog!
dog!
dog!
fox!
dog!
fox! fox!
dog!
b...r...ow..n... brown!
fox!
brown fox
brown fox
l...a...z...y...
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
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