Lyrics:
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
my diction
Frantz Fanon the Wretched of the Earth home
Phenomenon be goin' on and on
sailing along a likkle song
by the record take it home and fling
Timeless Dance
words by Eric Anton Kreuter
music by Bernadette Brown
Take my hand
Walk with me
We're in a timeless dance
Trust my lead
You're my
Timeless Dance
words by Eric Anton Kreuter
music by Bernadette Brown
Take my hand
Walk with me
We're in a timeless dance
Trust my lead
You're my
wait
Hold up
Here comes the liberation
Living by my standards said sayonara assimilation
Sticking to the feeling of filling the world with inspiration
stay good to go
Some people say that I'm closed
How could I open my doors
When I always came thru
Four by four off of the road
And offered the most
I
now
You can't see me but the snorkels out forward towards the portal ground
Float around a smoky cloud
My skin tone is brown and I'm also proud to hold
to Antonie
My private chef
First we'll eat crablegs, by candlelight
Then sip wine by the fire for
The rest of the night
And if the time is right
I'll ask you
to gangstas, to be gangsta
You holding on
I grab a hold of this 44 long, and let it go
More than a 4 year old
Singing the Frozen song
I put this Tec to your
by readers in one
Year they’ll wanna retract
QT motherfucker late fees motherfucker
I’m dropping N bombs like what motherfucker
Transform motherfucker
Please say you need to hold me once again?
Same old you, same butterflies
Nothing’s changed when I dare look into your eyes
Brown & yellow leaves will
to a life of sin
Old Brother Brown, all week he steals
Tells everyone about his big business deals,
The deacon walks by, a dollar hits the place
Tryin' to buy
with a sweater like that
Look for brown, or grey, or blue
Anything other than that, and you know you're dealing with
someone who's different
a little Texas stray and all alone
It was long late in the evening when he rode into our camp
On a little old brown pony he called Shaw
In his brogan
got a smoke for the Caper?
Hold on, let me catch my breath...
Alright, I feel better now
Take it to the bridge
I'll never be Ozzy
On stage
given night and anything else isn't right
Time's ticking by, time's making changes, time's turning friends into strangers
I'm trying to find what
Baby those brown eyes
Well they snuck right up on me
Took me by surprise
Didn't know how deep they'd be
Been a long time comin'
Since
I wanna be with you, when the day is done
I wanna be with you, when the flowers come
I wanna be with you, when the leaves turn brown
I wanna be
it
He ran off again, little chicken shit
Yo, I own all my guns I ain't trippin' him
Bro grab a hold of his clothes, start swingin' him
But I'm
hence the quick fall
It's on, the sound of your voice in them brown eyes borders on
A light dream, i strike three matches by the window
Fall back
When I kiss you
Do I kiss to deep?
When I kiss you
Can you breathe?
When I hold you
Do I hold too tight?
I feel so lonely
By your side
Don't you love
still fuckin' with that lame nigga
I know by now you probably hate niggas
Brown girls, little shawty from Toronto
Hit me up, I'd love to entertain
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
While the wealthy will forever
Roll weighted dice
So well and white within
New wonderland
The poor will just arrive by crutch
Quite cancel eyed
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