Lyrics:
your feelings
Brown skin, pretty face & a nice figure
I don't fuck with people, you give me a nice feeling
How ya do it to me
How ya change my heart this
I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds had me shrouded and grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement but
Drowning the hurt by pounding
Rounds
make it
Be a fraud and now you famous
You can have it I don't need it
Hold it down for all my people,
She a skeezer I delete her
Honey brown by
got bigger
That was the trigger
Like the Huns invading Rome
Welcome to my school
This ain't no high school
This is the Thunderdome
Hold your
to tha side, Emmet Till died
Couldn't hold us back with the chains but they tried
Bills to provide, got ratified
Signed by the judge an the man but they
I need a drink, I want it to be brown, easy to hold when I'm weak,
Sleeping in the clouds, not a good place to be,
Need my feet on the ground,
dont really give a fuck about homies
take you down one by one but you are dyin' slowly
fonies you know u gets no love
and if you yappin' and i catch you
And if you only knew the truth
About how I miss you all the time
Waking up without you by my side
Only seems to me
The hardest part of my day
and I'm giving her to JAY1
Hakkz done told you, we can go local
Brown-skin, peng ting baby, lemme come hold you
They just wanna get first
Know
I wanna cry
All this beauty to be sacrificed
A shadow's cast by us
Our minds are covered in dust
I wanna hold out my hand
Offer everything I am
mandatory organ donor
I can't get jerked by labels, I'm my own recordings owner
Turn backyards to casino towns, get it like I'm Nino Brown
Go hard, you hear
songs, to say that I love you
It's for my honey wit the pretty brown eyes
Never givin' up on me, never tellin' lies
Makin' promises together we ride
I
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
dream I am
A plectrum in the pocket
Of your brown bootcut manchester jeans
You hold me everyday
I sing the songs you play
Hey your fingers tickle me
Hold your map upright so the clouds and coast align
They've got old wars won, a bright brown sun, the crowds to sing alright
The lion's share can
a OG who used to run that turf
Then he got murked
Puttin' in work with the Blacks when the Browns was beefin'
I got my griefin' after school with
When I sit back
And close ma eyes
When I got you sitting by side
When I feel that sexy body
Rubbing up all over mine.
That is when I know
I
almond brown suga eyes
got me hypnotized
startin somethin sweet
this relationship partnership is all we need
proceed through the streets as we straight up
'cause they founded
Cutting them old joints up by James Brown, kid
Golden, 'fore I forget hold it
Got to shout out the block, four-fifth Holden
But meaningless lights
Still hold our attention
We think that the holy books
Are written in blood and fire
But what if it's water?
The fire's
almond brown suga eyes
got me hypnotized
startin somethin sweet
this relationship partnership is all we need
proceed through the streets as we straight up
Nothing to have, no reason to fight
In another life
In another life
In another life
Black, brown, red, blue, yellow, green and white
Seen
Nothing to have, no reason to fight
In another life
In another life
Black, brown, red, blue, yellow, green and white
Seen and understood in each its
to other guys
Heard my voice and she start gettin' butterflies
Thing don't jam, that's why that's my type
Bro don't hop out the whip, let's drive-by
Got
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