Lyrics:
chromatic but who can say
Blue or green, dark or light
Black or white, do you really care tonight
So take my hand, and I will try
To lift us up, to get us by
You can eat shit
'Cause you fucked up my plans
I could've called Chris, James, Nico
I could've called Sam
But you know what I did
I called your
shall I cry out, if not you Jesus
To whom shall I fear
With you always by my side
'Cause I know my soul
Is kept in you
And all that I am comes from you
I’m pissed now
Now a nigga walking round the house playing loyal by Chris brown
But that’s how I really feel now
Damn
Later you pull up then we cool out
Haha, yeah!
Haha, yee
I don't see nothin' wrong with my behavior
You know
If she just wanna sniff, she just looking for a lift
And if we
And headed for the back
I seen that same old brown cadillac
It kinda fucked me up at first
'Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse
Chris Brown's debut
Ain't heard bars like this since "a mili" who they kidding
Who they killing ain't mine busy unless they tryna hit me
Try to take shots
strunk
Stone drunk. Oh fuck
Help me Lord I'm so strunk
Fucked up. Love drunk
Love lifts you up like an eagle, baby girl
You're so cool, you're so nice,
Comfort inn or motel vibes
No ceilings fans can blow my high
Seen Ocean views through light brown eyes
The low cut Vans when I drove by
Comfort inns
15 Track-suits coming up my lane,
15 Track-suits coming up my lane,
..................,
There's the men; the ones you must lay,
In which you must lay
Of the cards that you have dealt
It takes time to mend the heart
Closer to you
Further apart
Lift yourself high above
Rise above the ground
Pick yourself up
mix your Browns and your whites with your wine
And don't sit on your cigarettes
You'll feel like shit soon enough and deserve's got no say in
us one by one
It'd be too many to count so we simply come
And sing of your great love
So we sing..We lift our hands and sing!
You are worthy
the world in His hands
He gave me grace, He gave me another chance
So we lift up our hands and continue to dance
Surrounded by calamity, smothered in hurt
Uh-huh.
Who's that bangin' on the piano? I don't know. You goin' out with
her tonight? You bet yer fur. By the way, where'd ya meet her?
I met
(the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk
that's what you get for talkin' shit
Trick I drop you in the splunder
Cut you up like Jerry Springer biatch
Come, come who the fuck
They want some
Niggas
flight out the country, we poppin' bubbly
Kinda chubby but I'm swagged up so she gotta love me
Pull up in the stretch Benz
I bet you wake up early
side where the cowboys at
Where the brown blast black
And the black blast right back
That's a fact in the city where I'm from
You better get ready
And put you on
With the big dons
To lift you up
But you fuckin' spit in my face
And spit venomous words
Used weapons you heard
Would damage my whole world
[Da Franchise]
Uh, {chuckles}
Ey yo Chris Man, what you think these niggaz was thinking man?
Fuck why'all niggaz thinking, man? Ain't no
You played your pussy like bait and let me hook it
So remove your dentures
And, by, plus it's not just a job it's adventure
Duke shoot brown
back darkness with delight
Lift your eyes up to His face
Let joy take temptation's place
Joy takes temptation's place
Open up our souls to feel
wishes you were cold and heartless
So she wouldn't...
Wouldn't have to... feel.
Oh and when she lifts her head,
And your eyes meet,
She walks to your
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