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tainted touch if you don't care to lift me up

Now that I'm grown, tell it to you like it is
I've always shown I can be so imperfect
My battle scars, wear

Dancein right now 

Goin show em watcha got on the dance floo

Get it poppin like Chris Brown 
When he performin at the festivals 

Have them girls 
Slip,

I know they been hating on me
Cause niggas ride the wave when I speak
I ain't going for the same ole thing
Put respect up on my name when you speak

is you at? I'm in the trap
Countin' the stacks, flippin' and ballin' like Chris Bosh
Now my money stand tall, mhmm
I got my racks up, I get them packs

gardens in the town
Falling from the trees, everything turns brown
Cows in the house, Lining up for food
Getting inspected for louse, by a team of random

Yeah
Lemme say
What a mess I was when I saw you in that dress
Jet black hair with the stare of a goddess
We can Run It like Chris Brown and get this

biracial)
New Chance, new Logic, new Dicky (New Dicky)
Nostalgia Critic, Vince Mensa, Chris Breezy
(Breezy)
When my job is to listen to these CD’s
How you

to hear your prayers
Someone who's there

Feeling unknown
And you're all alone
Flesh and bone
By the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer

know what a vice is

Lead you in the room
Take you by the hand
Out onto the balcony
Got ICC up on the stand
Black and yellow shoes
Smoking through

and by
Now is a moment for action
If there's any humanity left in you get up, stand up
Join a fucking protest, pick up a fucking pen
Write, scream,

Dancein right now 

Goin show em watcha got on the dance floo

Get it poppin like Chris Brown 
When he performin at the festivals 

Have them girls 
Slip,

Glow In The Dark
By: Chris Brown

Verse 1:

Been Thinking About This All Damn Day ( Oh ay)
And i Can't Wait to See Yah Face ( mmm oh)
My Hands Are

out, sittin' out, Chris Paul
Walk around doing my Crip Walk (Two, Two)
Two twin glocks, let the clip talk
Imma big boss like Rick Ross
He gon' blow up

a perc
My name ain Chris Ardoin
But baby I'm gone put in work
Told her I'm R Kelly
What you mean
I mean that I'm a flirt
The way my cup stayed full of mud

thoughts and intentions

Lift me up to a better place
Lift me up to a better place
And I'll be in a land of loving grace

By inducing the proper electric

really up next?
This just Volume One
Don, talk to these niggas

They don't wanna see you grindin'
They don't wanna see you shinin'
They don't wanna

2018
Two high school kids
Who had been bullied
Tried to feel something
Chris's barbecue party
Your denim jacket
What a youthful night
Ended up with

fucking town
Chris Brown the way I beat the mothafuckin' doonies down
Said she like my music, yeah she like the way I fucking sound
I can't fucking stand it

the popo
Man, these lyrics getting heavy
I am kamikaze ready
Cut you up with the machete
Ghetto Mexican fo'sho'
Ghetto Mexicano
Nativo Americano
They call me

her give me faith
Let me take her out on a date
Finna take you to a nice place
And you don't worry you ain't gotta pay
Chris Brown, look at me now
I

Your love taste like Cherry Pie and watermelon, sugarplum and strawberries baby
Sweet like brown sugar with cinnamon
You're everything to me
Waking

Fireworks

Animal Collective

Strawberry Jam

2007

by me, it's behind me, now it's gone
And I can't lift you up, my mind is tired
It's family beaches that I desire
A sacred night, we watch

at you now. 
Oh!

Look at you now.
Oh!

You just a clown.
I will turn your ass to ashes.


Somebody tell Chris Brown
Get down!

Durty South's in town
With

And they willin to get down,
Put you up in the ground,
Where you can't be found boy.
Just so ya know they will connect it,
And they won't be disrespected,