Lyrics:
We have got the little answers
To the things
That might' be bothering you!
We have got your little toys!
(we're busy makin' 'em!)
Busy makin' 'em,
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
I just wanna be like you,
Walk like, talk like, even think like you
The only one I could look to
You're teaching me to be just like you
Well I just
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
scientifically you can never get to the distance
Which you can't divide it by half
You could get to the size of an atom and divide that space
By half
And as they
purpose
We could be better than perfect
I'm not good at getting too emotional
Want you right here by my side I would never let you go
Danny Phantom for
Fucking your bitch
In the back of the whip
That lil bish got the tip
You could've got this if you were fit
She a lil brat, she got the lip
I was
I was always left out, always been the weak link
Man I never left the house, always running out of ink
And my friends were on probation never thought
to be crowned
Nothing could ease off your pain
No nothing could ease off your pain
Why should he ease off your pain?
My brown eyed love, my brown eyed
Fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck Karrueche
This off the dome you ain't know I could do this
Yeah
And I'm gonna slide like I'm Toosie
Jody
world truly be?
No throw your hands, no screaming, no noise no DJ's cutting
No be-Boys, no be-Girls, No graffiti, No nothing
If Hip Hop was never born?
Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin'
You ain't never gon' get on so stop rappin'
H2O comin' this summer so stop askin'
what's your name
Said "I go by the name of Lois Lane"
And you could be my boyfriend you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman
I said
Brown eyes my darlin' I love you
Love you with all of my heart
Tomorrow we were to be married
But liquor has kept us apart
Beautiful, beautiful
grow up fast
Anything you want, it can be done, how?
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad? Did you go bad?
Some things will never wash away
Did you go
to make me laugh, but who also gets weird and wise sometimes in a way I could never be. A girl who reads books that no one's assigned to her, whose curly
broke em all down and we all got high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like
be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys
Cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said
Big Moe wassup, in
they do the same
We pop a couple bottles
And we're straight back up again
The Guards pull up on me
My name is Chris o gorman
What you tryna say
I'm not
hereditary
Nah you were never that nice you were never my type even though you're gorgeous and everything
Hey J what's good what you doing bro
Nothing
desert dust
Because there's just aint no more water
Because brown never did let drop reach the end of the cheek
Before it got wiped away
By the hand
cocked-hat on his forehead, a bunch of lace at his chin,
A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin;
They fitted with never a wrinkle: his
come on)
We gotta make moves
Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on)
You gotta be a winner all the time
Can't fall prey to a hip
Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin'
You ain't never gon' get on so stop rappin'
H2O comin' this summer so stop askin'
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