Lyrics:
a hand full of keys to the doors for the dreamers
So high school was like messin up laundry
Fuckin with a colorful girl by the bleachers
But
Soon after
bubu
Ay, ay caramba
Got some big batty girl with bumper
I let her leave with my kids in her mouth
No, I never let her leave with my jumper (no way)
of ill shit going down
Between gangsters, thugs and cholos
Heshians, Asians or insane usos
Well I've got friends black white yellow red and brown
We would
by gold diggers (uh)
Rockin' Bejor denims, wit gold zippers (c'mon)
Lost your touch we kept ours, poppin' Cristals
Freakin' the three-quarter
on the forest green.
A lad I spied by Owen's side
And a maiden on his knee.
And he was as dark as the berry brown wood And she all whey and wan to see,
All whey
become two
(Verse 2)
Grey suit. Green tie. Groomsmen all by my side.
White dress. Brown eyes. We both looking so fly
Stand there. Don’t cry. Eyes don’t
yeah
Yeah, whoa
Oh, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Mamacita, I can see the devil in your eyes
Muy bonita, tu quieres estar by my side
She might make me
Always On My Mind
Brown-Eyed Girl
I'll Walk The Line
Move me baby
Move me all night long
You move me, baby
Like a song
Move me baby
Move me all
a wheeler dealer
Hash brown and wine T-shirts, 9 tracksuit with the black Fila
I didn't never wanna follow others I'm a leader
Say I was a fool but I am
Were Always On My Mind
Brown-Eyed Girl
I'll Walk The Line
Move me baby
Move me all night long
You move me, baby
Like a song, like a song
Move me baby
yeah
Got home late my mum had grey hairs
Sleepovers on Saturdays yeah
Girl I miss those days
remember when Bobby Brown was the craze
We used to sing
yeah
Got home late my mum had grey hairs
Sleepovers on saturdays yeah
Girl I miss those days
Remeber when Bobby Brown was the craze
We used to sing
(Brrr)
Change a bitch life when she
Layin' with a hustler
Had the same attitude when I
Was playin' with a onion (Uh, huh)
Your girl ask for cash
You might
their anger
Acting like it doesn't matter
Punish the victim making her suffer
Nobody even believed her
Now she is pregnant having his baby
Raped by her
Brown meets Kanye"
Sure, I'm more like if Arthur
Read picked up the bass
And grew up playing in church and
With some tracks by Beyonce
I'm if reckless ate
you gave a thought
- To where you at, how you doin man?, better check your head before my pulse knocks you down like James Brown
(chorus)
- This is
continue to fuck her ass
When I am done I need to piss
Her face will do color is dark brown
I knew I should have bathed
Urethra infected by her
hanging on, loosing grip
They love it when I spit, I got it "open"
I'm a walking talking living cliche of an entire generation
Raised by single women
to believe it,
some say we can get by
without the help of a friend.
And I'm lying here,
I'm remotely controlled,
strapped to an engine stuck in idle,
don't
instead
Beguiling a punk rock girl, her eyes were black and her hair was blue
Kelly grabbed him by his locks, threw him back into the box
Said “James yer
to that guy, him
He'll give you some drink tickets, word
New York, at the Bowery getting down
With Grayskul, POS and Fillmore Brown
My first time touring
girl"
"Justin learned to say tusen takk"
I can't believe this is really happening
I'm gonna have a heart attack
Forget those boring stories
About Syrian
worse than that
I seen people go too far and can't come back
Straight guys tricked by transvestites, sick
Be careful who you let suck on your dick
That
by hydropower
Deflower ya lil sister, tell ya mom's I miss her
Like Jack Rizzo a rip ya
Meet me under the lights, Finless Brown believe the hype
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