Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr. Brownskin, artist - Akua Naru. Album song The Miner's Canary, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.02.2015
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Mr. Brownskin |
| Close your eyes for me |
| For a second |
| Sh, just for a second |
| Yeah, like that |
| Uh |
| Mr. Brownskin Brooklyn, brother, lover, best friend |
| Centuries hated for that ebony complexion |
| They answer no questions, I want some |
| Heart beatin' awful like that bass drum, prayin' the day come |
| where you came from, ancient as Abram |
| Holy water sacred as Jacob |
| Your eyes shine like the stars that over bed |
| sisters to the wounds |
| Brother to the night and when the lights on |
| You transcend the rhyme form |
| Uh, protagonist of this song |
| The world wrote you wrong, let me love you enough |
| To sing for you, dream of you, bang that Jodeci and fiend for you |
| Roam your inner globe until you moan along the blues scale |
| Promise I won’t tell, as bad as I wanna brag about you |
| Yell tones and chords unknown, unclothed |
| I transpose only when we alone, when we alone |
| Baby, your brown skin’s gold |
| You know I love to watch you shine |
| Baby, your brown skin’s gold |
| See your truth reflect inside my eyes |
| Uh, Southern is your walk like a down South drawl |
| Like a deep funk bassline brewin' between your thighs |
| Sinkin' Johnny Gill, oh my, sunken the key of life |
| Stevie see me and wonder why I get terrified |
| Teary-eyed, don’t know whether to run or rhyme, I see you |
| Black as the king in his prime, Chicago '65 |
| The world claim color blind, play like you Busta Rhyme |
| I let you touch it until we manifest a ancient tribe |
| Even when you cross the line |
| My love is rough, take you to war, go to war for you at the same time |
| 'Cause you are mine, divine,, heavy your heart like mine |
| When you walk by, wish I could press rewind and freeze frame you |
| pause and play you with my mind, I’m |
| Your sanctuary from the pain outside, huh |
| The most comfortable, lovable |
| Michelangelo’s David couldn’t fuck with you, uh |
| Baby, your brown skin’s gold |
| You know I love to watch you shine |
| Baby, your brown skin’s gold |
| See your truth reflect inside my eyes |
| Uh, for you |
| Feels so good to know that you’re loved by somebody so wonderful |
| Ooh, no more searching, no more searching the world |
| It’s all right, it’s all right, ooh |
| Let the record play Donny Hathaway |
| This is a song for you |
| I know the world wrote you wrong |
| Let me write you the right way |
| Let me phrase you the right way |
| Let me paint you |
| Mr. Brownskin |
| Let me write you the right way, yes |
| Let me phrase you, uh |
| Let me paint you, Mr. Brownskin |
| Uh, let the record play Donny Hathaway |
| 'Cause this is a song for you, ah |
| For you, for you, for you |
| Mr. Brownskin, uh, uh |
| Uh |
| For you, uh, yes |