Lyrics:
(Back to you, brownstone)
Wherever I may be, whenever it may seem
With every day dream, I'll come back
Don't you worry, I'll come back to you,
wanna Brownstone in Harlem, I gotta own one
Brownstone in Harlem, I gotta own one
I'm gonna get one, before it's said and done
Brownstone in Harlem, I
Dr.Brownstone
青い瞳の Brownstone
恩恵・名声・夢は domination
真理無き hard days
奔走 fund-raising
劣勢 justice Self-congratulation
His name is Humpty
You call him
around seven
We go on stage at nine
Get on the bus at eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine
We been dancin' with
Mr. Brownstone
He's been
around seven
We go on stage at nine
Get on the bus at eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine
We been dancin' with
Mr. Brownstone
He's been
meet
Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be
'Cause that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca (Mecca, Mecca, Mecca)
To a brownstone up three flights of stairs and it's on
Buying drinks for the poets upstate
The southern corruption tows you down the interstate
And they all
around seven
We go on stage around nine
Get on the bus about eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine
We been dancin' with
Mr. Brownstone
He's been
brownstone
Can you hold me down so
Can you be my back bone
Ooo i love yo skin tone
Girl i can't leave you alone
Tell me when yo man gone
I wanna be all alone
bought it all
The mistletoe's right here
Come give a kiss to Santa Claus
On the stoop of that Brownstone shoveling the brownstone
Santa's on a diet,
the minutes
Alley ways, parking lots
Houses on the hill
You're making me alive
I'm seeing you and I
Buying a dog
Bringing him home to
Our brownstone
In Brooklyn
the window of this brownstone
Cuttin' numbers out my cell of who I've outgrown
Lord knows
Moving silent like I made it out a loud home
What you know about me?
Where we at? Yea
I'm from the real Detroit not the townhomes
Where we ain’t nothing like them
Boys from the brownstones
(Cut way different)
Stood
around seven
We go on stage at nine
Get on the bus at eleven
Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine
We been dancin' with
Mr. Brownstone
He's been knockin'
He
meet
[ Chorus: ]
Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be
Because that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca(x7)
procession
proceeding way too slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on broadstreet
Eye to eye and toe to toe
procession
Proceeding way too slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on broadstreet
Eye to eye and toe
Mr. Brownstone sits in a titan of the ship
Meddle state he will liken to a minute
Mr. Brownstone hears the misfit
Waiting on the street where
love
The way a body moves before your eyes
Fancy movements
Keep you dreamin' of
All the little games you play at night
Brownstone
Comin' straight
The only thing I need is
My Clair Huxtable
My Clair, Clair, Clair Huxtable
My Clair, Clair, Clair Huxtable
Be in a brownstone in BK
Listening to Stevie
procession
proceeding way to slow
A brownstone burns out of control
We need to lay to rest this soul
Loggerheads on Braod Street
Eye to eye and toe to toe
And your marksmanship is shitty
But you're killing everyone
And the house is a brownstone
And Thomas, Carl, and Lenin have a single thing in common
They
meet
[ Chorus: ]
Each morning I face her window and pray that our love can be
Because that brownstone house where my baby lives
Is Mecca(x7)
Verse (Brownstone)
I don't wanna rain on this parade
But I'm starting to question the love that was made
I'm not looking for just an affair
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