Lyrics:
Heavy and hollow, hit by a brown bird
We stood and watched her gape like a rattlesnake
And paint and labour over every intake
I said a sort of prayer
to bed
He took a book
That he never read
By five o'clock Mr Brown was dead
The Doctor came and with hardly a look
He drew the sheet and closed the book
the thing away
I don't even need a whole handle to flip em all it takes is one finger wave
But in the bing for days show you how I'm real
Come home
shock, on Twitter venting
Then one of my fans tweeted that Mike Brown deserved it
I said, man, you dumb as fuck
Imagine you went to the store for blunts
through
Went from decent to Beetlejuice off the Richelieu
They say I'll pay for it one day I've never needed to
It comes to me its always free now people
Show
And that’s what I claim when I’m interrogated by the 5-0
Ain’t got no record of me
One day I’ll get caught for murder
But I ain’t gonna be the one
And happiness is coming home again
CHARLIE BROWN
Happiness is morning and evening
Daytime and nighttime too
For happiness is anyone and anything at all
That's
I'll switch place with a
"Top Tier" MC quicker
Than the MC could attempt to save face
So keep to creepin, preein
Keeping tabs and waiting for the
Day
Sharp teeth, inviting lips, baby you got me fooled by your tricks
You drove me crazy with those brown eyes
Red eyes, I see the evil in your red eyes
They
by all stars like passwords
First lesson for the new comers
Just know the industry is never fair (Never)
Everybody just shares lies while still
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes
All
for days
The people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink
And times when you're alone, well,
a black cloud on me, I've been cursed by my right ones
I'm back bitches, the retun of your idol
F-to-the-o-x, B-double-O
Black hand keep them Lambos
the sky as the day go by, talking to God like Man when the reign gon' stop
Hoping tomorrow gon' be different in a day of God
Let in your light, shine
by, talking to God like Man when the reign gon' stop
Hoping tomorrow gon' be different in a day of God
Let in your light, shine through as we pray oh
for that cowboy
They gon get it, it's? waitin
For his share boats rockin by
The docks filled with hundred
Dollar bills bout to be there
Livin right
near old Juarez
There were rumors, that Old John Brown
Had been shot dead
Sheriff Parker knew better than that
He knew John was just hiding out
Biding
You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown
where that brown bag?
I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast
For that bread I be in your house like
I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
Porsche mind
skins boned
I'm diggin her down with my skin tone
It's Brown er than Bobby cause humpin is my hobby
Down in the end zone, with mens, that made her
the place
No we have no time for debates, now let's get this straight
That I am the great, let's dead it right there
I don't care 'bout the state of rap
I'd
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
the plane into Paris
Honeymooning down by the Seine
Peter Brown call to say
You can make it O.K.
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain
Christ you
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