Lyrics:
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
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
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
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
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
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
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
she reaches out to touch me
shes smiles when i get lost in her brown eyes
just knowing that she loves me
makes everything thats wrong in my world
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
the first house on the left
And get it, got it good
You made it, I knew you would
We got them drinks up in the back and them chic-key's looking good
Hold
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
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
the bills
An' you got all the land.
I think by now it's safe to say
I'm not a happy man.
I hear yer livin' up on the hill
With some guy that drives
drugs run at how high reeds
Cue every memory at half-speeds
Just like....Charles, hold-me-downs
I'm-coming sounds
Cut crap, who's filling shoes like
and exact, Is he pro-dope, or anti-wack
Conscious or slack, representin' yellow, brown, and black
Strong enough to attack, or wise enough to hold back
one for time for you
You motherfuckers
Yo Primo hold me down son, 'cause we ain`t playin no motherfuckin games
[Lil` Fame]
Fuck the East Coast,
said Freddie Foxxx is here
I been waitin' it, doin' it, sayin' it
Rollin by my motherfuckin' self with my burner cocked slayin' it
And I ain't seen
I step to the left
I'm too hard, to tell you that you're def
You are my Bubblin Brown Sugah
But you Cram to Understand, I'm a man
Sensitivity,
'em right here! in the middle of the street
Can see the rhythm beat and when I'm blazin' my heat
You know it ain't nothin' sweet
I'm betrayed by
in the Ramada, I open drama
Told the lamas in my bomba, word to mama
Ready to war in pajamas in these cold streets
I hold heat... I'm a known thief,
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