Lyrics:
white powder on it and there were
little brown moons beneath her eyes
and i saw into her
an arabic women parading around naked
powerful, irreverent but
little brown bones
La with your pink and gold /Is the driver still alive
La orange blossom grove /are there guns inside
La oh La /Is Sarah by myside
La oh
battered and bruised
Disregard all the moments
And everything I
Wish I never met you
Pretty brown eyes are a perfect disguise
Damn devil woman
Got control
I'm a brown trout, I'm a barbel
I'm a dace, we are chub
Crayfish flown in from the USA
Pick a path along the bed
Below fresh dales Irn Bru
Busting
alarmed, you know what I'm saying?
There might be some pushing, some shoving
Nine times outta ten, somebody gon' get squabbled
Squabble, squabble,
johnny sang
About a thing called love
And its how are you kid and whats your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming
When the lights go down
All alone and there's no one to trust but now
Cause you connect with the heavens above
Are you looking for someone to love
Hold your head up lil' bruh
You're not dead lil' bruh
You are brown when this world is black and white lil' bruh
I know how it sounds low lil'
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
of mine
Imma smoke you like a persy
Brown girl fire
But she always got nakhre
June 31st got the box gone by sunday
Collecting all this change
Off the cats
Which side are you on, friend? Which side are you on?
Which side are you on, friend? Which side are you on?
Justice for Mike Brown, justice for us
is active now
How far will you go for exposure?
Little homie in the paint tryna post up
Don't make me have to put you on a poster
Posterized by
have that body like she use to
Fuck Mr. Bean
I'll shoot yo' team like Clint Eastwood
You don't know shit 'bout Toby Keith
No you don't know shit 'bout
But you see, I have this tradition:
To, brown or green, nice or mean, thick or thin, gold or tin
Let faith light my fuse in advance, there are no
Jazzy B and Apache Indian, what you're choosin' (wherever you are)
Everybody follow us and no losin'
And by the way, you haffi hear me say
Me love di gyal
Jazzy B and Apache Indian, what you're choosin' (wherever you are)
Everybody follow us and no losin'
And by the way, you haffi hear me say
Me love di gyal
fanclub
Standing there
I mean sweet Georgia Brown.
I say this group is absolutely marvellous with the piano, don't you
Think so. Not too
to hold me now
The nights are so unkind
Bring back those nights when I held you beside me
Unbreak my heart
Say you'll love me again
Undo this hurt
time when the clouds are looming
I love you
There's no need for assuming
(Yeah, I mean)
I don't want an interaction
I want inter-ACTION
(Listen)
I said I
I hit happy hour
Chilling at the bar
It was something like magic
Wallah there you are
Roll out the red carpet
Lady you a star
Made my way over
and gentlemen
There are seven acknowledged wonders of the world
You are about to witness the eighth
Get down
Fellas I'm ready to get up and do my thing
(Go
I saw you standing there with your long brown hair
Just waiting on the band to play, come on man, there's no way
And I thought to myself, "she is out
eyes are a shade blood burgundy
The way that we kiss is unlike any other way
That I be kissin' when I'm kissin' what I'm missin'
Won't you listen?
Brown
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