Lyrics:
that's what I call devotion
Yeah, get my food from Binley
Rugby tackling, like my name is Finley
Red and yellow sign on the streets of Coventry
Nathan
them
Burn that blue line flag in front of the station
Come out in riot gear, I ain't running from Nathan
Shoutout to all the Black, Brown, Indigenous
For
groups like
Troop, body rockin' H-Town to Horace Brown
Watch out now
Babyface can pay the rent
And cook me five meals
But momma got the whip appeal
to vape it
My morning sex is a mess
Rub my dick all on her breast
Gave her that frank just like Nathan’s
Told her clean up grab an apron
We fell in love
Yo, I think I'm bout to blow up, better strap me down
I'mma have the city locked like I'm Bad News Brown
This a new generation, this a brand new Town
So
storm, cause I don’t be listening to Nathan ain’t no stars in the ceiling but I’m rathing
Like I’m a kid in the candy shop and pronounce the ssss TH
See if
Yo, I think I'm bout to blow up, better strap me down
I'mma have the city locked like I'm Bad News Brown
This a new generation, this a brand new Town
So
Apple on the ground
Will he pick it up
Hello, banana alex right now, right now
He's white as fuck
Also Yellow and brown (Not/hot)
Banana alex in
gold nose ring
and bushy brown hair,
Couple tattoos like one of those fucking hippies you find at Byron
Bay,
Living out of their fucking car, Bunch
like Nathan's Hotdogs posted up at Coney
I just f**ked a black bitch she was an ebony
Kiyarts he clumsy he was trippin that line hella phony
I was on my
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
feel there's no girl I could not get
I'm not found at the function if it's not lit
Yeah, it's Nathan that no one can tell me
I made it here dolo,
the sound before
I found me so
Competitive, I never get the credit back at it when it was clown and LeJo
Now we pro, the brown people
Was on it for
pablo Stanley, Harry Allen
Sabrina dax, andrew Melby, Ben Acker
Danielle Lesnieski, Ben Allison
Glen Phillips, Rhettmatic, Bootie Brown
Greg "Smooche"
At da dice game finna break em
Bet a hunnid a hunnid I shakem
In da doe like it wadnt Nathan
Ainno sense in me leavin em waitin
Got da bags pull up at da
thing she said
Likes brown hair but when she was single she had a thing for reds
Over-analyzing like an infrared
I get instant scared, cuz mine is brown
They look to me to set it off
A lot on my plate and chest and you about to get it all
They say they brown nose for brown stones
Heard it through
Hush gon' hush it down
Chubbs say get my pockets chubby, I got Mary Browns
I was all around, watch when you're around
Jonny pushing pounds
Shots like
occupation
And have him selling hot dogs if he ain't saying nathan'
I wait for challengers to pick a day to beef
I'm not a calendar-
I'll knock your ass
It's Nathan Joseph
That Low Life
Have you ever seen a shipwreck
With your own eyes
Where she moor
Where she moor
Where she moor
Where she
You need to sort your life out mr brown
But don't let these bars bring you down
Don't start crying acting like a clown
I'm a ticking time bomb yeah
I'm a nagger, brown paper bagger
Tryna get that Henny sponsor like Nasir
Tryna fuck with NASA so when I die
I can shoot my casket towards the light
life drop you down
U know how a haymaker feels?
I let him down a thousand times yet he took a shot on me like the Browns with Baker Mayfield
With these
KRafT
Neone that knows me knows P or knows Nathan
Anyone that caught that either loves me or they hatin
I ain't Tryna be like Daniel or none
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