Lyrics:
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on this section of time marked
talking Chris Brown when I say I’m gonna run it
Like a tracker sprinter dasher
Make you disappear like Casper
I’ma spit this shit right past ya
You might
life swam around me
It took a look and drowned me in its own existence
The smell of brown leather
It blended in with the weather
Filled my eyes,
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
goin'? Where've you been?
Making wishes, watching dreams
It might be simple, it might be true, I might be overwhelmed by you
You might be empty,
distance
Between a man and a woman
You can run from love
And if it's really love it will find you
Catch you by the heel
But you can't be numb for
like Chris Brown
Mothafucka cause I run it
Yeah, and you thought you had this your way
But when you think about it homie
It was really your way
And now
Nobody else makes me feel like this
Makes me feel like I can't lose
Like it's warm, like it's light
Like it's gonna be alright
Like the storm is
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
goin'? Where've you been?
Making wishes, watching dreams
It might be simple, it might be true, I might be overwhelmed by you
You might be empty,
up and wait! y'all hurry up and wait!
I've been brought up
By street cats who didn't get caught up
Like that New Jack Nino Brown at the Carter
I'm
fights with fisticuffs
Get pissed enough to miss the bus
It disgusts me to see my folks run up on
I say stand up on this section of time marked
and wine, oh, they're gonna bust my side
She's got strawberries comin' by the dozen
Brown sugar and sweet cream set my mouth, set my mouth a buzzin'
Take my
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down.
I said yes sir my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her down
couldn't move until I called HIS name
I'm trying to make it in the kingdom not the hall of F
Fame
HE blessed me with this wooly hair
Brown eyes brown skin
[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
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai
Kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi in high def
I'm righteous and still
a lot to say before your dumb ass walks away
Load up one verse, let it boom
Like a gunburst and left your head sun burnt
[I Self Devine]
Can I... run up
tribal
It's all about survival, it's nobody liable
I got caught by five oh
Grandmama came to court with her Bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now I'm
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