Brooke's
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Lyrics
For the widows to my soul (The path is sealed) Since they gave me looks that's cold (I never chill) Never left me too exposed (That's how I feel) When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on Brooke's on, Brooke's on (Yeah) When it go with all my clothes (I'm dressed to kill) With a look that's never old (Now that's appeal) When the haters gotta goal (I wear my shields) When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on Brooke's on, Brooke's on (Yeah) Accessories are essential Make up artist and pencil Bank robber and rental My shades so presidential They're reliable, certifiable When they dark, they're diabolical Blocking obstacles, I feel so classifiable With my Brooke's I'm under wraps Fuck all that Eyes low but surveilling from the back Keep a low pro for the fact Haters don't know where I'm at If they find out, they gotta fade the black My shades make me feel so invisible From the ones who feel so miserably What they don't know that shit can get real When I put down my shields (Chill) For the widows to my soul (The path is sealed) Since they gave me looks that's cold (I never chill) Never left me too exposed (That's how I feel) When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on Brooke's on, Brooke's on (Yeah) When it go with all my clothes (I'm dressed to kill) With a look that's never old (Now that's appeal) When the haters gotta goal (I wear my shields) When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on Brooke's on, Brooke's on (Yeah) My shades like a button If you touch it we thumping I don't know might be something To get my heart to start pumping And my blood boiling Hold my shades I'm going in No holding back or holding in When someone is spoiling My mood like some bad news Shit drives me nuts, cashews Without my shades, I'm stuck like tattoos One things for certain, cash rules Don't make tonight be one of your last moves Choose... My shades make feel so invincible So let's go if you wanna get physical Just know that shit can get real Whenever I put down my shields (Chill) For the widows to my soul (The path is sealed) Since they gave me looks that's cold (I never chill) Never left me too exposed (That's how I feel) When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on Brooke's on, Brooke's on (Yeah) When it go with all my clothes (I'm dressed to kill) With a look that's never old (Now that's appeal) When the haters gotta goal (I wear my shields) When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on Brooke's on, Brooke's on (Yeah) Fuck ya Ray bans, don't try to provoke me With ya spray tan, why you rocking those Oakley's? Like a caveman, I be staying so low key Not today man, please don't make me odee Fuck ya Ray bans, don't try to provoke me With ya spray tan, why you rocking those Oakley's? Like a caveman, I be staying so low key Not today man, please don't make me odee Yo I'm like a black Johnny Cage With my shades and my Sonya Blade You ain't gonna be able to be saved If this Jax Gat goes blat Pussy
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:30
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 160 BPM