Lyrics:
our guns
And while I love my AR-15
I love my people more
America has a problem, y'all
Problems
A nation formed by genociding half my ancestors
My dad is a cattle grazer on the wide prairie
Forty thousand head of cattle graze the dry country
Her dad is a small town farmer by the name of Brown
by hour house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back now
Sunglasses
And fire warms the heart and a cold one down
The hot sun at times turned you pale skin to brown
Oooo, down by the river I held your hand
Oooo, down by
So put your fires out and stop burnin' Chris' bridges (woo!)
Hah, you little bitches
When all your love is lost (is lost)
And burning bridges can't be
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
love 'em and gotta praise 'em
Cause without 'em we'd be nothing, plus our kids they gotta raise 'em
While we, out and about and seeing what life has
pride
I'm trynna hit Billboard
Actin' all Riri, till I get Chris Brown
Every other fight turn to "you ain't my chick now"
We bipolar, how we bypass
And acts a slut in it
No Mickey D's
But I'm love'n it
You stole my heart
Now you stuck wit it
Building our kingdom
Shit'n on haters
Poker face
Royal flushing
to feel alive
Blood flows quick when our heartbeats high
The thrill, the chase, a shock, a surprise that's why
The greener other sides get brown with time
Selwyn Brown
We've had our differences
Now it's time to patch things up
We've been through trying times
Though the going got so rough
Give thanks
TV
My kids work, they don't eat for free
When I hear a joke I slap my knee
When I smoke it's always by a tree
My name is Farmer Brown
I'm from a small
Chris and I ate crab
That was just a appetizer, nigga, where that steak at? (RONRON do that shit)
All I do is gas, like, where the brakes at?
I just
Stack that motha fucking paper
Give a damn bout a hater
Hoe crazy if she think I'll chase her
Dnt want my love you know I won't make her
Wanna be
And our love plural too
Abundance that's my truth
I got this love too
My love big too
Don't run away, don't be afraid
I'm for the world, and it's okay
You
fault she like this
Spoil my bitch, award show lifestyle
We on our way to another show right now
My son growing up he thinks he Chris Brown
My lil
as your mothers
Be the generation of the loving present fathers
Teach our children that love is something real
Brake those stereotypes
Kill those pedophiles
Amerikkka fallin' down in the pit
Same shit once again, I wonder when it'll end
Another black life, taken out in the street
By a coward with a badge,
Chase, chase, chase, chase the bag
Live and die by the cash
My ceiling made of glass
Hop right out on they ass
You know Lou swing moods when I'm hot
Come
Dark hair
Brown eyes
You’re all that I desire
Brown hair
Dark eyes
You’re all that I desire
Make love, no make-up
Everything I want
Break up,
A whole black king by my side
That’s my type
Brown or dark skin
Smelling like Dior with the waves in (Waves in)
Aura too pure got me tapped in
Walking
babies
Black love real love
Our love
If I gave you time then I gave you reason
Beautiful in all your form
Chocolate skin amazing
Life began with you your
Let me see if you can run it, run it
I ain’t Chris Brown
Told me she love me
But I’m with her sis now
Can you tell me why your man be looking pissed
lowrie, jeter
You know i dragg and I ball vegeta
Ice on my neck i'm so kold new freezer
I need velveeta juice by da liter oh u don't like me, bitch i
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