Lyrics:
the milk of a silver jet
And the love of sweet young women
Now the Pythons are down from old Englishtown
And they're looking to do some livin'
Well
Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy
Uh heart pause when they take that hit
[Verse 1]
When I met you boy you was the sweetest thing
Like a Sade tape in the coldest spring
When I saw your eyes I thought they shined for me
Just
I couldn't touch the sky, baby
My head and my heart was so blue
Could've run for miles, baby
Was gettin' sick of sittin' in the same room
around and ask
What the hell is wrong
How you dare
Who, alone to have no clue
You wonder why he hate the boys in blue
It's true
For years we had to silence
something, to say to you"
He said "my skies are grey but yours are always blue"
He said "little by little I'm falling for you", oooo
Little by little I'm
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
Now the first of December
fingerprints.
The rock and hip hop you dance to.
The jazz you enjoy on lazy Sundays
was born from their spirituals.
They took their Blues and made
a magic called
on a beach in L.A. fuckin' fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad
been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple
peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's
to be
But I know you know
If I touched the bright blue sky
Would I fall down like a shooting-star?
I think you could
I wish you would
Stand by my side
From the top of the ocean, yeah
From the bottom of the sky, goddamn
Well I get claustrophobic
I can you know that I can
From the top
From the top of the ocean, yeah
From the bottom of the sky, goddamn
Well I get claustrophobic
I can you know that I can
From the top
I'll guide you
Stand by you, until the stars fall from the sky (woah, yeah)
When you call me
I never hesitate
Making you wait, for my love
Never lie
the truth
About what actually happened
You know every bodies killing five hundred
Man in the booth the roads are bad but
If as much man was dying in
that God made a girl
So beautiful
If the stars ever fell one by one from the sky
(Could you be the most beautiful boy in the world?)
I know
dubs, they all from me (why?)
All you ladies are in for free (free)
Here's my number, call for me
Get nasty, get freaky (get get)
Get wet, now get
never win
So its best to find that peace again
Never forgetting that you are my brother
Always gonna be that one little wonder
Blue eyes, brown hair
I'll
and momentum
It's the kinda love that overturns a guilty sentence
Fly free
Love will turn your gray to a blue sky
Take you from the gutter to a great high
Free
and wonder what should I do
I been counting up these blues
I'm tryna count 'em with you
So let's hop up on a cruise
Baby what you wanna do
I'm by yo side
All
of why'all disrespect why'allself
Because you don't know who you are in the first place
This is out of common respect, for all women period
Word up, like
high, bitch, I took the good batch
Too geeked in the sky, bitch, I don't wanna match
You finna die, trynna play with the bag
Let that boy try, I'ma empty
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