Lyrics:
Than ask for help
To remain always a true friend
Oh Berlin who could think they would find
You by just looking oh Berlin
When you flap your angel wings
Bentley said to Craig "Let him have it Chris"
They still don`t know today just what he meant by this
Craig fired the pistol, but was too young
on my mind
But that's a song for another time
So before we're singing I will always love you
Let's sing
Brown eyed girl sweet Caroline
Free fall
Chris Brown, I was your only girl
Let you put your feet up while I was cooking you breakfast
Thought I found my rider, yeah but now I just regret shit
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I hide it all except a few
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
There to see my Linda Lou
I'm going back to old Kentucky
Where the skies are always blue
Linda Lou she is a beauty
those pretty brown eyes I loved
at the mayflower
Here at the mayflower
At the corner of main
And the road out of town
The mayflower rises
All battered and brown
A city-block deep
And a city-block
Old brown clock ticking on my shelf
Take my mind to someplace else
Little gold clock ticking by my bed
Funny little people dancing 'round my head
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
grave souls.
They gave all of their all and all they got in return is empty holes.
Sure we've all heard about Shell, and Chris, Willy, and Bobby Bares.
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
a different profession look at me
I’m always progressing
Feel like progressive since I flow
Got off my ass because I’m wanted more
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
I'm going back to old Kentucky
Where the skies are always blue
Linda Lou, she is a beauty
Those pretty brown eyes, I loved so well
I'm going back
to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I hide it all except a few
to my whole family
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around
Don't blame me
Don't blame me
I hide it all except a few
you get don't always coincide
A bird in the hand beats two in a bush
But just one look was all it took
Could it be thayt we're the only ones thinking
changed
It's a dead end job, and you gets tired of sittin'
And it's like a nicotine habit you're always thinking about quittin'
I think about quittin'
Oh, oh
I stood by the exit door of the hotel cafe
He was playing with his band
I've always been a sucker
Had a weakness for a boy with a guitar
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris
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