Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brown Eyes, artist - Claytoven RichardsonAlbum song Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Guerrilla Funk Recordings and Filmworks
Song language: English
Brown Eyes |
Under seventeen was when her body started impressin' |
Been under scrutiny from dudes since early adolescence |
Understood the game, understood just how to play it |
She understood underprivileged was overrated |
Always under pressure, 'cause her face was unforgiving |
Underage, but her body done seen hella living |
With attention undivided, she had understanding |
That underneath it all the money was what really mattered |
And her mentality was, «Fuck it man, I gotta have it» |
Had seen her mother struggle underwater with finances |
With no father, unsupervised, she learned to manage |
Undeterred, she would serve 'em till it hurt from damage |
Under-educated, but she knew enough to know |
The golden rule is that you rule if you control the gold |
And her cat was golden, so she understood her role |
Kept the money foldin', on the under, never told |
See uh |
Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes |
Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie |
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high |
By her early twenties she was under the illusion |
Men would always spend whenever sex was introduced |
Used to playin' games under covers, under wraps |
Under the misconception sex would always bring the snaps |
Unpredictable, her lifestyle was hella shady |
Tryin' to trap a baller, get him whupped and have his baby |
Under the influence, underweight and hella skinny |
Loud-talking out in public like that shit was pretty |
Under-educated, never knew what she was missin' |
Didn’t understand the fact she didn’t have to pimp the kitten |
'Til a real pimp came along and got her twisted |
And put the hanger on that ass, cold and unforgiving |
«Bitch, stay down, lay down and get my bread» |
'Fore he put the smack down that was all he said |
All she wanted was to be like Kim Kardashian |
Funny how that works, on the mattress, back again |
You see, uh |
Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes |
Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie |
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high |
I wish pops let me off on the mattress |
I wish pops let me off- let me off |
I wish pops let me off on the mattress |
I wish pops let me off- let me off |
Free, free, free, free, free |
I wish pops let me off on the mattress |
I wish pops let me off- let me off |
I wish pops let me off on the mattress |
I wish pops let me off- |
Free, free, free |
See uh |
Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes |
Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie |
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high |
Under the circumstances, twenty-eight seemed like a blessing |
Tried to undergo a transformation to escape |
Went underground for awhile, stayed undetected |
But it was understaffed at the shelter and she left it |
Took her chances though they all told her to be cautious |
She was unconcerned, their alarm was met with nonchalance |
Called the undertaker, cause they found her unresponsive |
In her underwear underneath a parking structure |
It was too late to understand what could’ve saved her |
Underestimate these streets and end up under daisies |
So much untapped potential underneath the surface |
In the end, gotta ask, «Was it really worth it?» |
So sad, she was caught up in the undertow |
Never really knowing, never had a chance to really grow |
All alone, just a full grown little girl |
In the underbelly of the hellish underworld |
See uh |
Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes |
Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie |
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high |