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flowers
Shaded out the weeds, and dropped their seeds
And always with their heads up towards the sun
Even when they're brown, laying down, dead, dying, done

projects
Fly nigga rhetoric
With brown skin intellect uh
Promise that I never slip
Grew up on that Cadillac
Y'all wouldn't understand
You really gotta be

bitch who i like to feed pocky
Everytime I look at her she take me by surprise
Anime titties with them big brown eyes
But the more I think about it yea

like a monster drippin out the closet

I'm iced out these baguetties stone flash out
No blue ocean by the river this a brown trout
Shells pouring outside

me
Walking like a
Queen
And with my king by my side and my little brown tribe
Best believe I reign as
Queen

You look at my face
Don't look at my waist

you always stood here by my side
inseparable you’re my Bonnie
I’m your Clyde
now we going at the top
Guantanamera
my girl and me erupt
and we’re gonna

you always stood here by my side
inseparable you’re my Bonnie
I’m your Clyde
now we going at the top
Guantanamera
my girl and me erupt
and we’re gonna

nigga from the west section
I need a duro bitch with a brown complexion
Who can bounce that ass and be high class
She a duro bitch she put her feet

cuckoo

A little crazy, shady, rock a by baby
Rock that fucking boat until that baby gettin wavy

Want the money and the fame but she feeling sort of lazy

beat the clock ticker
I absorb liquor quick as Billy Joel's liver
Got a glimmer in my brown eyed soul, Hall & Oates
Your politics determined by the way

make them want to see me dead

That’s why everyday on the wake up
Hustlers Never Stop
I’m just try'n to get my cake up
Bad brown bitch so every nigga

Car rides and dead ends
Let's go back
Every gift you ever got me
I burned that
The framed picture of us by that one beach
A thousand letters that

Feel like in a canvas by M-U-N-C-H
And no matter how strong you are, it never fades
Someway got selfcontrol
Lot of shit happened
And that's why we're

by paper
The language you speak about
Getting lost in town
Is tinted through questioning brown
Oh kindness
Is unfortunately inside
With a body pushing

baby)
Free spirited
Became very clear

But it goes down
On the brown
I'm in your town
Hidden in the clouds
As that ass go round

What that mind do?
Let me

you give me meaning
Used to wanna die by 25, you keep me breathing
I was mourning in the morning, now I’m even in the evening
And when I’m grieving my

(Shout out Poncho, my brother, I love you)
(Explicit!)
I see what you mean now
Advertise myself
When I'm not around
Do you see now? (Oh)
Sitting by

the past
Know I'm not ya first but S.Wav better then ya last 
Always put you first except my mama & the cash
S.Wav got it out the mud flipping brown paper

of town I just google map and
I ain’t Dustin Brown I really bring them racks in
Said you getting what Bet not be no catfish
The feds taking what That don’t

hang
We in the country on our Shania Twain
Climbing the tree the view is amazing
Full gazing in the eye
Brown like dirt
Planted a flower in em that's how

mine?
Why you talking to those other guys?"
Brown eyes turned green
Like I'd never seen
They all say I'm so lucky
Just 'cause he says he loves me
But if

to feed us crack and give us heroin
We killed each other and they profit when they bury them
Brown bodies
Yea they been cleaning up my area
Now the Media

Stylist like Rachel
Or balling like Amar'e
Started as photographer
I did it with photos
Now I do music, and I live by Soho
Always read the bible
And I did

I want you by my side
But you stay on your own
I want to be your sunshine 
But your sky is always brown 

I just you want you back 
But you want