Lyrics:
I looked into Your brown eyes
All these signs
But I wanna know
I wanna know the reason why
Twenty Seventeen
Never knew it would pass by
You changed
a days
For a purse And fake rap beef will get u killed for the verse
I done sold every drug known
To man on these streets
Put my life on the line to see my
You sell your soul like you sell a piece of ass
Slave to the dead white leaders on paper
Welfare cases, rapists and hoes
All reinforced by your TV
you must lie in that county jail
Where I can't get to you by visit or mail
So squirm, with discomfort, wiggle and cough
Six days of madness, you
he bought and
Brazil and Spain he fought
And freedom then he sought for Argentina
Now Admiral William Brown
You're a man of courage shown
And in
He's alright, Mr Brown. Yeah, don't worry about him
He has been sitting up there for as long as I can remember
Yeah, he's always there, dawn till
strange
Boy in the box, the fever is all day
When I'm in effect, the days are all large
Fire for the people the summer is all ours
When I'm in effect,
mass run by CIA rats
Straight trash make DEASH print cash and blame some other cats
Nothing matters living on this dead rock evil gathers
Morals shatter
for the maid of the sweet brown knowe"
This fair and fickle young thing, she knew not what to say
Her eyes did shine like diamonds bright
to your mom about a love for her daughter
Suggesting to me that I just oughta
Watch myself
(Inch by inch)
Watch myself
(And use some sense)
So I did
Out of the dirt
Out of the gutter
Me and my brothers we’d kill for each other
Spitting together we staying together
The power of the word they loyal
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy
Oops, you almost had me, geesed up until I saw the truth
And one day I see you standin' at a token booth
It
Askin' why Joe wanders out no more
What will the kitten do, mother, all alone
Will he stop from his frolic for the day
Will he lie on his rug by
the barrel and brandy in the glass
But little Sir John, with his nut-brown bowl, proved the strongest man at last
They've let him lie for a long long time
it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in the trunk
Jimi wit the semi
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
feel that
Osgood-Schlatter by my kneecap
While I'm running after figurines that can give me my belief back
Keep your heart, Zac, keep your heart
I feel
A soulless world made of empty words
As you hear the distant cries
The coffins bleed and the crows are pleased
More decay as days fly by
I know it hurts, I
Coming with another remix
For the ladies who feel it, aye
Your brown lips exquisite
I need it, believe it
Another day another dime
Think about her
the captain
Reminiscing blowing Levittown brown in the bathroom
on the prowl getting tatted like
Fuck it we’ll be poppin' soon
For now we broke stealing Ipods
Fox Brown yeah, Jay-Z, what
I keep it fresher than the next, bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best
Bitch see
smashing, make it jump like everlasting
God body Ramadan, thirty day fasting
Six two brown skin fellow with the Caesar fade
360 waves, side burns with
In the days of reaching for a pie in the sky, twitter wars resulting in dying
And the spies, I'd like to lie down in tranquility
Little did I know I
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