Lyrics:
what to do next
I start to reminisce about my life and shit
Like how I came from the streets
Was raised by the streets
That's why I give love and I'll
I guess you heard my head turned brown
I lost several pounds and looked terrible
Thi marriage of yellow and black never looked good on paper
His
Falling back into old habits
Seeing faces that I thought had it
Where will I go, where is my home
Honestly, I don't know
Speeding down, I-95
So
today
until that cough stole her voice and fed it to the furnance.
Shrew laugh, trench throat..
There's a party on the 16th floor.
this apartments
at his most bloody
If we see man at his most base
Shall we then and there say
"This is reality; this is his nature"?
what makes the pain
More real
and still we never turn the heat on.
prefer to put a beat on and warm up
by rapping and drinking and tapping minds thinking rhyming
couldn't get this good if
Keep a band full of 100s in a brown bag
Ima east coast nigga wit a south swag
And you know im by myself when im pullin up
I been in the gym bitch im
em in a mess,
Had a little rest,
DXB is the brand, I got it stitched to the chest.
Made by Muhammad, gotta stick to the text.
All the buttons I
the malls we got
Bound to meet all yo' friends
At the local hot spots
Half the city roll on transit
Or old Honda Civics
And half the city brown yeah
That
(N. Brown/J. Rwakaara)
V1
I remember standing there
Compelled by the grip of your stare
Wanting you to hold me forever
No words were said, instead
And I just had to fall in love with you...
Well, I don't even know how of all of this has started.
And how was I to know you'd leave me broken hearted.
all that shit
Yo all that bullshit is for them
Birds toss 'em weed seeds
Fresh from a pound of brown
Reggies from the '90s
Certified original like
He wants to talk,
and test my patience.
How the hell,
am i gonna get outta
this conversation?
"Um I gotta go man,
my girls waitin at the car"
Is he
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
(I got it, yeah) this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
1, 2, 3, mmm
Whenever you come on by, you always cross my mind
I can tell you're passionate, a gift from heaven sent
Feels like we are connected,
mean it's cool, but it's not love
But fuck jail, man, that cage is for the birds
I'm from the Birch, but I'm trappin' like them niggas from the hearse
And that's where them young boys is gettin' shot and tallied.
I'm from that state of dat brown bag
If you ain't from 'round here, get pound here, play with' 4
And shook my fists beneath a desert moon.
The bills pile up as usual,
Please send a little money soon.
I cried let's leave this place my love,
A horse
me I know this is kind of strange
To stop you here out of the blue asking your name
But I couldn't let another day go by being strangers
I haven't
the creatures that fill the ranks?
And gnaw the bones?
Inhuman animals or twisted evil freaks?
Or does this sickness run deeper than we think?
The heart is
Let me into this impossible dream
And know how not to know just what that means
Except to think of all that might be seen
In another life
No
Let me into this impossible dream
And know how not to know just what that means
Except to think of all that might be seen
In another life
No
than you i'm just bitter
I got by your facade
But when the monsters came I knew
I was in too deep, to back out just like that
Now all I want is payback
Telling me
Listen up, I made the mistake
I fell in love
with love itself
Now I wish that I had
That I had shown you
My darkest side is real
So
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