Lyrics:
Don't know when I've been so blue
Don't know what's come over you
You've found someone new
And don't it make my brown eyes blue
I'll get by when
'cause I can feel it.
You're a fake
baby
no rhyme or reason
'Cause in your mind it's lyin' season.
You had brown eyes
but now they're blue
Those
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
Had the shotty, had the spinners, don't forget about them semis
I can think I had more s's than Mississippi
They hit you on the bed, now you're
Transfixed by this dark haired Loita
Who worked on him effortlessly
So innocently he had no reason to mistrust
Her looking up at him with
Her lazy brown eyes
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
number two, we never argue over food
And reason number three, its the way that you believed in me
And yeah I got more but I know that you'll ignore
By
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
[ PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA ]
Ang'Geon Emetrea
INTRO:
Yeah, Ang'Geon "Double G", ugh
E Equals MC
Don't you know, US: TheFolks?
Let's go, ugh,
back, you're pissed
Keep running your mouth
I'll run in your house and kidnap your kids
Faith like Evans
I'm a survivor, pricks wanna send but get 187
By
Pac this that ghost flow
We pass on licks
Will pass my bitch before I
Will pass the dutch
Disrespect you'll see tecs
UPS might package ya
Love a brown
wanted
Stole my heart in 60 seconds
Who could have known what we started?
We're just another mess in LA
Just another reason not to stay
You're giving me
I know we all got them so please quit acting pure
The only reason you hide them is cause you're insecure
Dirty secrets I have them but I can't tell
the ruin
On Fire America
Protest ain’t treason
Revolution is the reason
Nah
Protest ain’t treason
When you’re trying to stop the black and brown killing
around
Gentleman with the brown skin girl
It all started at Nile uni
With my nigga Eedee
Fine girl with a PHD
In stealing hearts for no reason
So I pull up
you're the option I done finalized, hook me up by my vital signs,
If you think that I be lying
Huh,
There's so much shit that you be missing
I know
I am a brown guy
But don't call me nigga, please
Nigga please, you see that white boy, that's a nigga b
Nigga ain't a color, it's a mindstate, you
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
And you can't see success coming from plan C
When it all breaks you, you still say you're lovely
And love them and love when you love her
You love so
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
incentive
Is this about you, well, then what's your intention?
What's the intention?
What's the intention?
"Pssst, I totally get it
You're by yourself
what it's worth, I love you since the date of my birth
And if it wasn't for my children, I would want to go first
You're the reason I'm the man I am
fifty
I get money but my name ain't Fifty
Went to the Lloyd Bank, took out a Yung Buck
Brown, purple, pinky
And then I put pink stones in the pinky
Bought
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