Brooke's

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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
 

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Duration
03:30
Key
9
Tempo
160 BPM

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