Lyrics:
a Paris
I don't know the time man!
i'm a timezone away
I got that works on my mind and
the love swinging by
i did a lot to survive
but now im living
On the sleeve of my peasant shirt
Oh yeah
Ah, but when that clock strikes midnight
And I'm all by myself
I work that combination
On my secret hideaway shelf
Your b**** bad, your b**** bad
Your b**** bad, but my b**** better
I said my b**** better, my b**** better
My b**** better, my b**** better than
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Cause you can get caught by the all-out
Verbal assault, Pharcyde and Black Thought
[Bootie Brown/Frank Fiction]
Pharcyde make mad hits, see ya man
Brown was shot, he was a black man
I stared at him shocked at what he said then
But too scared to report him, fearing for my own job
That still puts me
low in San Francisco
Oh my god he's such a natural
You made me smile when you passed me by
Got me thinking I'll be up all night
Feel you now but you'll
on me
I got all this weight on me, can't make em wait on me
Bussin' jugs and makin' plays, ain't nowhere safe for me
I'm just goin' day by day, some
own path
Tryna decipher wolves from snakes
In this jungle grass
Hittin 90 in the lac seat back
Headed to the bag
I know with u by my side
These
him and he
Took beatings from his papi
And nobody, he walked around, head nappy
Clothes always dirty, he go to school
Kids laughin' now one day granny
keeps
rolling on.
(Instrumental)
The clock ticks ever faster now
oh as more time passes by.
Can't slow it, stop it, turn it back,
no matter what I try.
to a land the animals Live lavish
For sure I won't be dehumanized By my own kind
No
I won't be mutilated for nothing no !
I could only grow there chemistry
Ladies, I wanna see you standing proud
Ladies, I wanna hear you shout this loud
We are women that you can't subdue
We can do anything a man can do
Rhythm
Ballin is my habit
Balling
Ballin is my habit yea
Balling
Ballin is my habit
Balling
Lets go to the ball
Balling is a habit yea
Big balling
quarantine ain't right
No this quarantine ain't right
I ain't see this in my life
This pandemic is enough to turn my brown skin white
People thinking life is
Maaaaaaan, I'll smack a cat with a bat that was used by Babe Ruth
Grenade serenade boombastic
[Clowd]
Who's baddest flew passed this metal detectors my tools
If that phone don't ring one more time
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind
You made a big impression for a girl of your size
Now I can't get by
(intro)
Sexy, brown, brother, sexy, brown, brother
(verse 1)
Said I'm lookin' for brains, good looks and skills
Step on up if you think you fit
on a bus.
Bang bang bang
on a bus by the beach.
The bumblebees and the blue birds
are burping by the bus.
Burrrrrrrrrp!
Boing boing boing
I bumped my head.
As the days go by,
I'm counting the seasons
Reflecting on the past,
you gave me a reason To become anew
as my heart grew and grew
Yeah the change
Time, time, time
See what's become of me
Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities
I was so hard
gold, no talkin, interrupt joy
Don't be fooled by the drugs boy, ooh
Perky thirty feel like love boy, ooh
Bitch keep fuckin wit' them lil' boys
I got Hi
Jump man jug man jam man
I might hit a lick on the president
Niggas straight pussy
Jawanaman
Bad little bitch and she got a tan
She hit licks off
command"?
"Carterhaugh it is my own
My father gave it to me
I'll come and go by Carterhaugh
And ask no leave of thee"
Jenny has tucked up her skirt
A little
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