Lyrics:
those eyes
Yeah
Brown eyed girl
Got me thinkin bout this life yeah
My mind in a twirl
But no I ain't trippin bout you girl
Thoughts consistent in my world
the switch inside my head.
And I see black, black, green,and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red.
And suddenly a light appears inside my brain
And it's stormy
I shine, but ain't seen the sun yet!
Big heart and I love hard
It ain't never easy though
Watching ones you love
Change for some measly dough
know how far I came
And you ain't never got your heart broken we not the same
I keep one in the head that means it's going in your brain
If somethin' happens in my life it's front-page news
It's from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It's by my demons and angels, yeah
fired and you weren’t even there? They’s on some bullshit cause I’m brown they don’t even care. Turn the light off, when she get down, she ain’t been
Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
they ain't wanna reach
Found hate in they heart and they aimed it at me
(Why they aim it at me why they aim it at me Lord?)
Y'all created this monster
Bang, shots at my brain
Aimed at my heart, hit my head by mistake (Hit my head by mistake)
Insane, you were insane
That's blood on your hands while I
For some shit he ain’t even do
Oh well, what can you do,
That’s the system for you
They always tryna’ cage us in
Make it hard for us to stack,
even load it and cock it and put it in they brains
I'm saying, some rappers do it for a chain
Kill yourself, I know killers that'll do it for some change
side
Would you call in the name of love
I ain't finna cry
But girl know I ain't finna lie
I'm missing the times
I had you by my side
I'm missing your hug
hood
Wish a muthafucka would my brother told me knock on wood
Them pounds good 30 rounds good aint no brown good
Ya bm tryna come a suck a dick just like
i just cry to ya
chris brown made it hard to say goodbye to ya
i still remember those days i got a dial tone
tears fallin from my eyes
but i held
when I'm 30 tryna hold office
By the time I'm 40 shit I'm gon be running the state
By the time I'm 50 ain't nobody taking place
Lifestyle presidential
true swag, belt LV
You take camera, I stay picture perfect, no RG
Who got that green swag? That our nigga, that's me
Heart of a stone, don't bust
that I’m trynna force myself again
Into a corner, ‘stead of pulling from the heart and being myself again
So hey I’m Chris and I’m a writer
Loving what I
the Lambo, it's a coupe
Bitch got turbo, we gon' shoot, forgot to mention ain't got no roof
Bitch, and my bitch in ruth's Chris, in Balenciaga suits
And you
couldn't waste no time
And I'm on my grind call me Chris Paul cause I'm dropping dimes
Young nigga with a bad start but we had heart
No I didn't like
I ain't even with the games
4 iced-out chains
I'm switching lanes
Shawty giving me brain
I don't even know her name
But I put the pound game on her
Reloaded' and Neo's back
I'm up humble apologies sorry clowns
I'm here for the long run I ain't coffee brown
Get to know me the man the person
So by the time
Coffee Brown
Get to know me, the man, the person
So by the time I'm on my fifth album
You should understand the first one
It's non-fiction, you deny you
Scrolling through these mother fucking texts
They ain't say nothing but the same shit
Put that shit on do not disturb
Bitch I'm in the studio
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