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to me

Trapped, inside a head
In control in the kitchen area
I run a tight ship
Spatula pot and crumb tray
A wipeable place
A greaseproof type

don't wanna break up this time
I don't wanna
Dancing in the kitchen with a bottle of wine
Your lip liner's off and it's stained in my mind
My hands around

Barely recall, barely remember
R.I.P my brothers creator
Dimly lit kitchen, curly brown hair
Cigarette lit smoke in the air
Son of a bitch you referred

my hands
Told her show some'
She cookin', I'm in the kitchen
That coke money
I like her, she got interest in me
Said I like her, you won Birkin when I

raise
I grab man and start squeezing his neck mate
Like three's you won't leave unless I
See ps by the next day heat in the next way
Heat in BE's and I

All the Way Live

Tha Alkaholiks

Coast II Coast

1995

I fly down like the Chi-town wind
'cause I got the iller noise to make the hardcore grin
When, the saints come marchin' in
I'ma roll right by 'em

overlook me?
Now they say I'm top five
Damn look how quick it took me
Yeezy 750's the brown shit's
We get the pounds in
Gorilla OG, we flooded the town with

Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my

West Bay Invitational

Jawbreaker

24 Hour Revenge Therapy

All of the neighbors decided; It's time
To have all our strangers over and make friends.
Chris got a pony keg of loose charm.
I had an accident. I

Fuck Econometrics
My nigga he a chemist in the Kitchen and he said he got a plan and I'm with it
Now we got the white in the pan for the whipping

whoever would listen
I’m talking Brown, Yale, and yes Princeton
My roommates contracted corona
Im keeping my maximum distance
Wearing my cap in the kitchen

dealt
Barely could sleep waking up from cold sweats and all
I ain't saying that to brag I wasn't proud at all
Just like Chris brown my mind was bouncing

the sound
JayRoc music flow with the pound
On top of the throne. I'm holding the crown
No bankrolls I can't fold it now
I'm Chris Brown mama look at me now

Riding in the civic, windows tinted 
Riding with no license, nigga fuck a ticket
14, fuck you mean
Get this cash by any means, heard Jason sell that

can read me like a book
Erotic fiction in the kitchen
We'll experiment with foods
Leftovers on my boner puts me
In a mighty mood okay, I'm a little

[Verse 1:]
She look up from the book she was readin
With the prettiest smile that I ever saw
Curly hair down back
And the skin like cinnamon brown

it and puff it mi brain just a lift
Happy the day police si mi wid a spliff an seh everything chris
The sativa put it in a rizzla mek yu fly first

Chris brown
Yea
What you thinkin
Let's head overseas
And fuck with all the Jamaicans
Move ya hips to the music
I know you feelin it
But when we head

with a knife
We gon' give him a crew cut
Nigga walk down, get burned like the Ku Klux
Call you Chris Brown
You post with a deuce up
Muva asked me why I'm

disappearing like ghost
‘Cause they switching up on me faster than Chris Brown switches clothes
Lately I've been trying to chase the fabric of my soul
While

could be torn apart
By the thin air

I remember when you told me that you wanted to live
The unexpected light inside of your helmet
Sometimes in

but in a different form
Yeah yeah 
Put O's on the block word to my nigga Von
Yeah yeah

I had to get it all different types of pots in the kitchen

noon, I'ma make it back by 4: 30
(Almost home) hustlers runnin' in
(In) , J's runnin' out (Out)
And we never hit you if you came unannounced
That's your

Brown rocking Jordan's, up in Norman
Hustling hard for my family, tryna make a fortune 
Cooking up raps late, call me George Foreman 
Cooking in