Lyrics Charlie Brown - L.A. Symphony

Charlie Brown

And who you is homie,
And what it is homie,
Why don’t you go ahead and lay some of that funk on me
Now I’ve been rapping and speaking
In Puerto-Rican for deacons and people freaking in club
But it’s the love that I’m seeking
Eleven years in the weekend in the making, I’m taken beatens
For?, but?
Caucasians, Jamaicans, even Asians
You name it, this probably happened because of rapping
The roof was on fire at once but now it’s collasping
The actions taken by my attorny don’t turn the head of the head of the head of
the company
And this really troubles me
What in the heck are we gonna do about our circumstance
We can stay and walk away.
either way it hurts our chance to advance
Why everybody trying to pick on me
Is it because my crew is legendary
Or is it that they thinking they can take it easy
Well come and find out so you can get shined out
How many raps I gotta write, feels like the yellow brick road
In '99 signed, put on hold not to be sold, and I’m told
This is the business where nothing gets done
What’s the use of making songs if they will never see the sun
Sometimes I run to the bible to restore my faith
But the crew disagree saying «How long we gotta wait?»
My faith to create great feels fake and frustrates
My loves and my hates, my whole emotional state
It makes me want to break to Amsterdam and face paint
Build a private pirate ship, steadily rob a bank
But thanks to my momma, got a conscious that’s too strong
I’m always doing right but somehow somethings going wrong
Why everybody trying to pick on me
Is it because my crew is legendary
Or is it that they thinking they can take it easy
Well come and find out so you can get shined out
Another brick upon my face please
Crazy situations only time I’m on my knees
And I don’t need?
Hold up, wait a minute
Ok, well,?
excel.
w-w-well, slow down, you?
See all I really want is to be rich and back slide
Down the side of a mountain with the Gucci handglide
Is that?, been good for feasible time
And it’s easy to slip and the return of the Son will earn Jesus some shine
Right?
Huh, Ok, well next idea: How about you work out a record deal
Why not?
God, you may fired.
Why not a deal with Sire?
God, you’re frustrating me.
You’re hands created me, right?
Then what I’m gonna do with this guilty that’s just killing this mic