Lyrics:
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
Presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for presidents to represent me
I'm out for dead fuckin' presidents
away
'Cause I need that something you bring me every day
Brown eyes, you're beautiful and this song's for you
I wrote this song that I'm singing
that on yea yea
Americas most wanted like O`Shea yea
White henny by the case yea
Take a shot for Stanley Kubrick
Give me my space yea
Ice cubes in my
South,
And buy a house,
And sip on sweet iced tea,
Either way you're by my side,
I'm happy as can be,
Cause you're lovin me for me,
And not
you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days
didn't know they had hearts of stone
Frozen by Western Europe's cold
Also, there were scumbags among us
Willing to work for white conquerors honours
by your house though
I know you're not home
I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
the swell
But when we emerge from the water it's hard as hell
Don't dwell on the implications
Don't sell your soul for medication
Love me like I'm dead
Love
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
Nah
Your about to hear an album
Made by someone
That's got absolutely no musical talent
Get ready
Yeah the fuck do you want man?
The albums finished
If you agreed on what I say
Please let me know and if you wanna roll
Just give me a call and I'll be there
Brown skin i love you for your
Brown skin
highschool, fool
What about right now?
Ooh you wanna fight clown?
Want me to put the mic down
And leave me Mike Brown
Light brown soaked in the concrete
I'd be dead by now
On the waves right down
If it wasn't for you babe
If it wasn't for you
I'd be dead by now
I'd be dead
I'd be dead by now
I'd be
the cheers, I'm adjusted
It's the day, it's judgement (ankh:hers)
For the sippers and the drinkers
Lift her by the shoulders like hangers
Pterodactyls,
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin' the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin'
It's a hot summer day in the year of 84'
Fresh out of summer school headed for the store
Watchin the O.G.'s standing out gettin rich
Slangin the fat
the same and lost what I had feared
And returned with nothing but my name for keepsake
Two years and too late and I found what's much worse
To be brown
dead gone break the homies out the penitentiary
Physco alpha hip hop beta bio aqua doo loop
black and brown in the streets right now you made us act
of another fucking homicide
So I'm waiting for the day to rush the White House
I see a brother kill a punk and take his head out
Until that day I'm
Kendrick)
I don't vote, I never registered (nah)
But I'm a magnet for them zeros, call me Edward Sharpe (woo)
I wake up feelin' dead, I need a fresher
can make arrangements, you a dead man, a ghost
See I come from them cuts for real
Much long before this rap came, fuck the deal
I survived the game
I want you
I want you
Brown
Brown
Brown
Brown
Sugar
I want you
I want you
I want you
I want you
He said to come by 7 but I said 11
Cause it's
Pulled ovah by police for a little ganja breeze
Can´t touch road tilt he fire ago cease
Doors being shut gates locked tight
Camouflage uniforms in the dead
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