Brown Eyes

(Verse 1: Danny Brown)

My Uncle offa Blow, nodding while he standing up

Minute’s been stuck like he picking something up

Rolling up the swisher with the sac under my nuts

While I’m puffin on a Lucie, talkin bout the latest truck

And Hi (how) ima come up and get one next summer

So next summer won’t be talking bout next summer

Yo bitch is a runner, my niggas had fun with her

Did the whole team and heard you put a gun to her

Homie that ain't pimpin, soft hearted for these hoes

I feeds em lots of pills, and put coke up in they nose

Go to thrift stores, drop a buck on t-shirts

Lines in the dressing room then she bought a cheap purse

Straight up out the hut with some suburb hoes

Expensive perfume and some new old clothes

Cuss it ain't high end, ain't gotta be vintage

She buy her own drinks and week supply of spinach

(Verse 2: Daniel Sewell)

Now baby break it down just to build it back up

Copped a couple pounds, then help me bag it up

A pill and a half now a nigga acting up...

Drunk too much, now a nigga throwing up

But that was last night, nigga I’m still drinking

Smoking on the purple got a nigga pupil shrinking

Plotting on a Lincoln, get it with the ink pin

You Fucking with me, my nigga what you thinking

Your bars too immature this is grown man flow

And that’s why my bitches grown with some grown man dough

You’re fucking with them youngins, on the phone with them hoes

I text a bitch a message now she knockin' at the door

Naw that’s the pill man, let me get four

I swear this the last time, I won’t do it no more

But said that last week, and now a nigga back

Fuck it, It ain’t like a nigga smoking crack