Lyrics:
Like Chris Brown when Rhianna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
little brown pencil you are the only one I choose
little brown pencil always there but seldom used
that is why I pick you up and never put you down
called by the name
Chris the little bitch
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted
asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola"
L-O-L-A, Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most
to be scary
Now I feel loved by everyone near me
Used to keep that blade closer than my own sanity
Always moved around young, never had stability
I have
nigga to me, boy, sit down
I'm a real puncher, nigga, like Chris Brown
Everywhere I go, nigga, got my jewels out
Like a union worker, always got a tool
Cool as a rule you don't learn in no school
You can't brown nose the teacher from a dunce hat stool
It's the hum and the rhythm of the birds
Po-po come we gotta go, we no-no talk to five-o
But as a young black male dude tryna dodge a sale
But I'm always followed by them cops lights
They got
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to change my reality
Men that I chose always treating me
Like a brown paper bag
On the outside she's basic
But open her up
And see she's full of mysteries
asked me to dance
I asked her her name and in a dark brown voice she said, "Lola"
L-O-L-A, Lola, Lo-Lo, Lo, Lo-Lola
Well, I'm not the world's most
come on home)
I believe it's always calling
Do you feel the brown leaf against your face you ought to sing and shout
(Oh yeah)
Kentucky
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
Keith
Writers Chris Turner - BMI/WalkerDawg Entertainment
Cooper Lane - ASCAP/WalkerDawg Entertainment
Wyatt Brown - ASCAP/Wyatt Brown Music
ones cinnamon.
The brown is cinnamon (snuhh). How do they do this? How do they do this?
But the black one always smelled like an asshole, didn't it?
Youd
Music on the radio
For my song was silenced many years ago
I can see my grandma sittin' on
The front porch with a churn
Her face was brown and wrinkled
a beating
Babe he ain't Chris Brown
I helped you back up
You kicked me back down
That's How Love Goes
(That's How Love Goes)
I should be the man you admire
I
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
the smoker.
Drooling as that juicy pig turned golden brown.
The neXt thing I know she was ordering by the pound
She likes the smoked brisket Wouldn’t miss
Always had a thing for the fast car
Hit the gas, do the dash like nascar
Started in back, now I passed y'all
And my bitch brown bad, like kash doll
the slides until the fun beat the telly
Since we've been signed we've been real good
We always wash our hands and chew our food
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From the new album "Time The Conqueror"
GIVING THAT HEAVEN AWAY
By Jackson Browne
Pretty Nova, one year over
Legal age of consent
In the flower
some news
don't ever let him down Mrs. Brown
your husband is so proud now, you always followed the rules
Pick up the pieces
how did you grow? How are you
Not Chris Brown but I wanna see you strip for me
Girl I'm tryna tell ya
Now tell me is you single, or do you gotta man
If you do I can do better than
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