Lyrics:
Land of the free
But the skin I'm in identifies me
So the people around me
Energize me
Callin' all aboard this train ride
Talkin' 'bout raw
a cloth
And washed all the barstools
And tabletops off
He saw Bareknuckle Chris laying unconscious
And walked up and said "Time to go home
Boy!"
See
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
to say, it reminded him of be-bop
I said, "Well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles
The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin' like Michael"
Its
pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you
includes forty-four ounce cups
Styrofoam
I fill it half way up with Diet Coke
And top it off with brown liquor
Now, I'll walk down Main Street
off our access to information
itself.
If they can't do it by law they know there's other ways to do it.
Warm winds, just to calm me down a bit
Forest gossips, I wonder if it's all about me
I heard howls, Moon fights off all the darkness dreams
My cold
and those bright green eyes
Brought back all those feelings, that I tried so hard to hide
I can't get you off my mind
And I thought I'd be alright
But you
Now we can settle this like you got some class
Or we can get into some gangster shit
Hey, Chris, I don't want no issues, bruh
I don't want no
Yeah, y'all think we playin'? Haha (Uh)
It's The Conglomerate chris Breezy
Busta Buss lonny B, get 'em
Callin' me at 4 up in the mornin'
Just got
saw it
Its off tha chain
High yellow Mexican b****es they all for brain
But watch them hoes who want the change
Its not a game
Or short cuban
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
you on the corner of Roanoke and Chenery
Your pretty brown hair and a lot of running away,
Fading away
We collect all the roses and shells made
right and you know what's what, uh
You got me on some lay low stuff
You stood by me, all through that J-Lo stuff
Brush your shoulders off girl, go
to me said her name is Judy
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings
Hyde
All songs written and performed by Porno for Pyros
(c) 1992 I'll Hit You Back Music/Virgin-EMI Songs BMI
Lyrics Reprinted by Permission. All Rights
A Glow (a glow) ever so true
When you walked by girl I knew
You were the one
When you got dressed did you think about me
All your curves you wanted me
on DVD
Played Chris Brown on my MP3
Sang "Forever" to Jaylen Greene
Fast forward that bitch is bad and I called it
And to this day, I feel she's why I
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
a favorite player in every single sport
I'm not gon' answer those questions
Let's go
Matt, what up?
(That was my phone)
Shoutout to Boogie Brown
out to all my man lock down
Shitty brown (my man will)
Ah.. two-six mob, my liners
Ah.. mza (l.k.) ah.. gp wu
Ah.. barry', ah.. meth-tical
Boogie, ah..
I think she showed her homies
Why? cause all the homies on me
Ayo all the digital gunna have to do for now
But imma break it down when I get by your
a passer-by told us that it used to be a local custom to jump off the viaduct into the river
When coming home from the pub on a Saturday night.
But that this
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