Lyrics:
Only picking on yah brain
By the way do you cook
Would you leave me
On my rise
And I just hit a low
Would u leave me when
I am hot
Or I am 30 below
ain't giving no brain
Shawty ain't giving no brain?
Something about a migraine (yeah)
Bae why you gotta complain
Baby, I just wanna slay
I don't make
Bitch I had to get gwaup
(Bitch I had to get gwaup)
Started with a nick rock
Bitch I got that Chris rock
Bitch I had to get gwaup
(Bitch I had
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
and a scar on my brain
I seen a gangster get killed by a lame
Throw life away tryna make you a name
Just stay in school boy you know you don't bang
Hopped off
brain
Since you ain't using it
Clueless
She give brain like she toothless
My demons want to me be ruthless
They telling me to cook them like steak bitch
the class, taking the final test, I'm done
I ain't study shit, I swear, I don't understand the stuff
I try remembering answers, but my brain wanders off
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
here
Life ain't been the same for me
Lately I miss you very much
I want you to hear my pain that I go through (go through ...)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland
a Nick with
Nothin' but pennies
You dumb as fuck, you think I turned it down?
Hit his shoulder, made him turn around
Beat the shit out the grill like Chris
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Layin here
All out of ideas
Ain't picked up the phone
In so damn long
I got the lights off
And I aint sleep bout a week
You
I can't act like I ain't supposed to be
Here with all my people roses at my feet
Fans in the stand know the man by the scar
The ones that's on my
but up from there, right? Shit! We're doin' good baby
We ain't in the grave or in dem jails
What's up Brotha Blink? O Tha Reel One! San Brown! Skin
ain't heaven's sent
I messed my life up and yeah I've been down
I'm a changed man now, Chris Brown
You know I feel your pain 'cause I've done and been
screechin while the eyes tweekin
Black lines - Mark a lot
Got the mushrooms from the cow feces
Flower speaking no out season
Put the brown penis by the mouth
an leavin 'em, open an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known
an dope, wit there noses drove when I focus,
the de-infected brain cells, lay by the thousands,
the music them hittin shown to be known to livin in
bullets flying they aint got no name you better watch ya back
I was taught to up it buck it put em in a bodybag
21 with a switch on it call it chris johnson
hair, just like Addison Rae)
(Brown eyes, butterflies)
(Yeah, when she looks at me)
(And I know, she's got demons up in her brain)
(But I think I like
talking Chris Brown
Just like I'm breezy, I'm talking Chris Brown
I'm on my grind, I'm coming up, ain't wasting no time, I've done enough
Rolling this
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
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