Lyrics:
were upon her as she took her seat
Her name was Amanda, pretty eyes of green
Hair of blonde, strawberry blonde
Springtime and dandelions
And summer
killing black dreams
Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police know they fucked up before the body hit the ground
Every time we turn around
Tall just my height
Tall brown skin
African decent
So decent
World wide princess
Get down to business
Ain't by the bulls***
Y'all know
Stand up
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar
If it's
that
I tried it, it just didn't seem to suit me
My biggest dream is gettin' hit with a car
You think a plane, a train, something that's fast and hard
But
Hot yeah the summer some
I came up from zero so by
Default I am number one
Who left the gate open and let the bull out?
Hip-hop's bastard child they
and gone
His latest
Sits by his side
And she's unfazed
By the question of her morals
His face
Never turns to mine
Ice cream sundae
He tries to rest on his
and Brown Jenkin to the throne of Chaos
the twilight abysses around him gleamed from other dimensions.
dreams brought on by the fever
fever brought on by
to sleep in Paris
And wake up in Tokyo
Have a dream in New Orleans
Fall in love in Chicago, Mayne
I love her and I hate to leave her lonely
Ring ring
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
these big ol dreams
I Want to live to be a man
And not gunned down by the police on my own damn street
Take a look into my brown eyes
Brown eyes
Brown
daddy kev, well welcome to my odditorium.
Let's make molehills of insecticide what dreams are made of in and about
With all limbs dancing as one it's
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
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
war with a Brown skin?!
Who wants war with a Black Kid?!
Tell me nigga!
Who want war with a Black Kid?
Shout to my dawgs, by far we got that gold skin
Michael 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
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
and automatically
Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda
The slugs in her back by this cat buggin' no crap
Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
It starts with missin you then kissin you then waking from a dream
Heavy breathin in the bathroom tryin to drown you out of me
I'm starin at myself
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
drivin'
He kept on on drivin'
He was drivin' down Brazil
He dreams of Amanda
While he sips guarana,
In his mind she's dressed in red
If anything
When my heart aches I'm drownin', pain won't go away
And in my cups brown fills my brain, won't go away
These five yellow girls all on parade
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