Lyrics:
ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin'
Seuss was never mad at me,
The Zeuses were the casualties (bow!)
Yet this new shit that's been happening
Where you and you have just been battling
With
found escape, from the life that caused him pain,
And Dad never saw his best-friend alive again.
That could be me and could be you, so let’s beat this
soldiers may get alittle bit crazy
maybe even shady and i know sometimes listening to us may make
you hate us but remember were soldiers you could never take
the Cleveland Browns
He never had nothin, thicker than a cheerleader
Now he got juice, so he eats her
And treats her to a big wad of cash
Too weak, so she left
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
on (oh)
Turns me on, oh (come here)
Snoop Dogg, C.B
Haha, yeah
Another Jazze Fizzle productshizzle
Do it to 'em, C.B
Chris Brown, Snoop Dogg, oh,
on my 25th hour dawg im loosi'n sleep
Graveyard hours tryin' scoop a freak
We hit the town like we that shit
And you could call me Chris Brown 'cause I
thinkin' that we're through but we haven't started yet
Brutha brown is the color of the feathers of a duck
It's the color of the flaps on the bottom of my
lost it all
She tried to put her hands on me
Then I said Siri play Chris brown
I told her baby you like Rihanna
You bad but please put your hands down
Growing up I knew this Little brown girl
Stare into her eyes you could see the whole world
She use to throw paint splatters all over her homework
was Chris
Ian and Joe came in at week five
About a month before Chris left
Left, heh
And the people upstairs
We could hear them, but we never saw them
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
want you now (now)
been a Ride or die but I couldn't stay down (down)
Wanna be Rihanna and turn me to Chris brown
I'm bossed up bitch your a hand-me-down
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
shit be too sad to say
Now I gotta mention how the homie DMX passed away
X was a one of one could never be duplicated (never)
It was dope seein' how
sex here
Look in my eyes, look in yours, and life is so dear
And I know you and me could be so free
When we're together what do you see in me
Cause I
your dark brown eyes it would be magical
Gazing up at the night sky with you by my side it would be magical
Oh oh oh oh wouldn't it be magical
Oh oh oh
machine, it might be a Jag
I wear my pants with a sag, had a BMX with mask
I never brag I never boast, I might eat on roast
And people say when we got
heart spinnin'
And the more she played, the less I'd see the next song without her in it
But, to be honest, I never dropped the whole tale
At least
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
Or a
Knights of Columbus
Or some other place
You could rent
For real cheap
And tickets
Were five bucks
T-shirts were ten
You'd see bands like
Airkake, Decoy,
to be cleared up. It had no human personality as it were. It was just a map reference that would be passed and forgotten by the end of the day. Inside,
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