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One, two three, ha!
If you shape up your head by morning
And your momma stops giving me shit
I’ll have a groove for you by the evenin’
‘Cause

Brother 
Brother 
Brother 

I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South

obstables
But, only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing figure laughing
Shut up clown don't talk

a hit like Chris Brown

Hey

Music is a time machine 

If you know, you know

Hey

Margaritas 

Mamacitas

Hey

I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it

I’m on call, niggas know I’m on demon time
No encore, hold it down for the one time
Young Chris Paul, I see it all when I hit the dime
All out war,

By god you're in my soul
Keep thinking of that night and more
First time sweet and bold
Brown sugar with the spice on hold
Figured as much (Na na na,

me! It's so sensual
Right now I'm gonna dance for you
I don't wanna; end it tonight
Starting to undress now! While Chris Brown play's
Feel your warm

before you 
Now I can’t get over you 


Written by Chris O’Gorman 
Vocals & Acoustic Guitar – Chris O’Gorman
Bass – Matt Sim
Drums – Jon Hunt

feed 'em to the pitts
Yeah, my whole life has turned, I think I'm gettin' followed by a journalist
I think my life done finally shifted, we on a yacht,

Hold up
Tagged runner and the whole cast rotate
Not before he could identify the culprit
Granny yelling, go Cubs
Graham yelling, Gopher
New left

Brown
Oh hold up, this yo' bitch
My future so bright I can make Fetty Wap see with both eyes open
Bad bitch with me, and ass & sticks is what she's totin'

like Chris
But for you I'll sang
We fuck to my song
Like my name is Wayne
Pussy like tha weather
She made it rain
Shorty down to ride
She stay in her

visions and revisions 
Before the taking of toast and tea

We have lingered 
In the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed, red and brown

Brown with his fist tossed
I fluctuate through vocals likе Prince Rogers
Who evеr thought a billionaire
Come out of Compton?
Multiply simple logic, you

to toe
I could feel your fingertips
Dig into my bones i'm not scared at all
You can have me by my throat
Her iris weakens thee
The brown just got a hold

that his bitch wanna fuck by the way that she look at my wrist
I'm totin' that vamp, dawg, I'm totin' that shit
And it hold ten millimeters, I can make

Paris Nights/New York Mornings

Corinne Bailey Rae

Dinner Party Songs

Breakfast at Mickey's, make-up still on
Elbows on the greasy tablecloth
One more coffee and one last cigarette
Smiling at the rain 'cause you hold

Pussy her montage hold my legs
Bitch look good in her Black pink ribbon
She think I'm bad one I'm like ripper
Chillyvampp never like half Brown hovel

for the kill
Blue hands like im megaman
Countin up these bills
I just wanna get my friends rich

My green cee lo
Bitch brown nino
She do kegels
On my

Your hands
Your strong hands
Used to hold me
Feed me, bathe me
Now, they're tiny twigs
Veined like pale leaves

Your eyes
Your brown eyes
Used

Found myself at a place I never would have wished

I'm sewer surfing riding the brown waves
Showin' off for the babes chocolate barrels I crave
Surf

and hold your hands still
It's hard to still see you as a man still
Just a man still stagnate get up on your feet
Day by day hasn't worked but a plan will...

Deep in my heart, please, I'm crying for forgiveness
Allah U Akbar, I fall to my knees for forgiveness
Branded by the steel iron, bullets flying

got it gang)
All my niggas boom loud, never was my swagger
Yung Joc, Chris Brown, stuntin' is a habit (Stuntin')
Soulja Boy, D4L, ask a bitch what's