Lyrics:
Everything is good and brown
I'm here again
With a sunshine smile upon my face
My friends are close at hand
And all my inhibitions have
flips is lid
But the lamb just played it cool
Get in the corner
With old Charlie Brown
Let's hear Elvis put it down
Elvis
You ain't nothing but
a good day
Surrounded by people that love me
Don't want nothing from me but my happiness
Off the internet, that's when I'm at my happiest
Scrolling so
Charlie man I had Whitney
Had Bobby man I had Britney
Criminal pickney now I got large amounts
Boy I need a different account
I cannot sit in the house
All
sure I must look stunned
"Down the stairs, " the second man says
Already looking at the kid behind me
I step off the stage
Then walk back to my mother
Sparklez
Your face looking so carcino
Genic, brittle like tacos
You're getting broiled kid, carbanado
Chop you up, just like Ronaldo
You a weak kid acting
Michael J. play with your kids
I can't live in this world full of rock heads
Finding a good one like finding the Loch Ness
Monster, and not Kody Scott
ain't doing what they use to do
Remember when you use to be able to go 4, 5 million sold
Now everybody having trouble to go gold man
It's a lot of good
man
I'm just trying to make it home with my kids
Cuz I don't wanna do a bid or die from something I ain't did
So much going on in this world it's a damn
Roses
I blast the sound, you check the sound
You got to be down, you got to be down and be like Charlie Brown
Saying good grief
Good grief, good
the bus stop
Life is good, really good
And every moment, no I can't forget
I gotta say, I won't change
You're the reason that I am like this
Ain't
Preach! The same rapper that die hard
Bruce Willis with a vest under the Izod
Wanna beat you? Man I ain't gotta try hard
You getting beat by the internet
time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could
But listen, brother man, I really think you can
time you get some wheels, make it a Caddy
In terms of doing good, I know you wish you really could
But listen, brother man, I really think you can
hunt
From now on, y'all crossed the land
Craig Mack's the upper hand with more
Rhymes than the beach got sand you're an MC
Yo my original job is that
for the country or the man in town
You're gonna need a quality shoe
You don't want no stand-by pair
'cause these'll take the wear and tear
Made
three, that's sixty
Had Charlie, man, I had Whitney, had Bobby, man, I had Britney
Criminal pickney, now I got large amounts
Boy, I need a different
'round calling man names
Boy, you're phony
Rack up a line, get a ting' rolled
Get the brown, turn that shit green
That's my ring-tone
Good kid, banging out
know its rough, I know its tough
Girl im trying to avoid them cuffs
I know ur last man is doin life
And he never treated u right
Even though u stood
of Onegin invented by Pushkin
Sure, and
Now we know each other’s names
Hey
You’re three days
older than me and
There are no obstacles left between us
I mean
don't know where I'm going, man only time will tell
And I'm my own curse and I can't read the spell
But I'm feeling pretty good now
I'm a put a few down
I
are more likely to have depressive moods
So that changes how happiness is to be assumed
'Cause you're unhappy but you were always were the funnest dude
a line, get a ting' rolled
Get the brown, turn that shit green- that's my ring-tone
Good kid, banging' out Von like I been O
Still trash but I'm iced out
mother more
His laughter like a sonata
Composed by Charlie Parker
Made in May you make a
Monday like summertime in Sumatra
Kind of divine I can't define
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