MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
brooke candy - acapulco blue
[Hook]
I got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
Got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
(x2)
[Verse 1]
Uh, you can catch me on the corner
Straight slangin' straight gang related bangin'
Cause I make it in the game, and I'm
Faded mentally, I'm wavy and I'm crazy
See that's why your favourite rapper
Always favors me, now savor me
I got that icey cold blue up in my swisha'
Keep a bad bitch, licky licky, then dismiss her
Smoke anotha' blunt, dial her number when I miss her
Cause she got that pussy so wet, I call her Flipper
I'm so high outta my mind on another planet
Goddamn it
Got your dick hard like granite
When I'm faded off that blue Ima real freak
Time to set it up, get me off
Make the bed squeak
[Hook]
I got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
Got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
(x2)
[Verse 2]
Dail 1-800-CANDY for the good kush
Fresh up off the belt then move that over to the hood kush
Smoke alumdiana, passin' out the marijuana
Gotta a condo out in Guana, where we smokin' like a sauna
Dudes givin' me head while I teach 'em Italian
Got me back in the saddle with my icy Bea Stallion
Smokin' that blue with that bitch from the island
Hold up, roll up, stylin'
[Hook]
I got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
Got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
(x2)
[Bridge]
Got you faded off the blue
Doin' shit you never knew
Let me roll one up for you
Gonna take a puff
(x4)
[Hook]
I got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
Got that acapulco blue
That acapulco blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
I'm rollin' up that blue
Smokin' on that blue
(x2)
brooke candy - bed squeak
[Verse 1:]
I'm crack on the track
Bring it back on time
Make it slap on time
Make it clap so fine
Rewind it, wind it, double time it
Grind it, find it, then refine it
Climb the walls and break your spine
It's my turn now so lose your mind
When Candy on the track, the flow so bad
I make or break a crime
Cleanse your soul, I'm Penicillin
I shed a tear, I'm hurtin' feelings
I'm stacking dough, I make a killin'
I fucked your girl, can't rape the willing
I'm Gone With The Wind Fabulous
Gucci swimsuit look soglamorous
And you know that they can't handle it
Make It Scandalous
Bitch, I'm Fabulous
[Chorus x2:]
I can't make it any clearer, comer nearer
I'll make your head freak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Think I'm headstrong?
Bitch, you dead weak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
[Verse 2:]
You, in the snapback
Tip your cap back
I got my sights on you, Imma tap that
Wrap that up and Imma attack that
Suitin' up for duty, hazmat
Badass Bitch
Your career took a catnap
You had that now
Fall back, Jack
Cause Fagmob's the new rat pack
And your callback ain't worth crack, uh
You can hate on a bitch
But I'm slayin' it
You can act like my track
Ain't worth playing it
I'm on the tip of your tongue
Now your sayin' it
Candy is the new religion
Get to praying it
[Chorus x2:]
I can't make it any clearer, comer nearer
I'll make your head freak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Think I'm headstrong?
Bitch, you dead weak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm bout to sack a bitch
I'm bout to sack a bitch
You can't handle it, I'm bad
I'm bout to sack a bitch
Bitch, I'm fabulous
I'm bout to sack a bitch
You can't handle it, I'm bad
I'm bout to sack a bitch
[Chorus x2:]
I can't make it any clearer, comer nearer
I'll make your head freak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
Think I'm headstrong?
Bitch, you dead weak
Lose your inhibitions, get strippin'
And make the bed squeak
brooke candy - bedrock
[Intro: Brooke]
Yo, what up? It's Brooke Candy
Also known as the freaky princess
Also known as the queen of Italy
Mothafucking Brooke the rap star candy
I'm here with my boy Seth Pratt A. K. A. Closet Boy
You know we making tracks, we made this track for y'all
We hope you like it. If you don't like it we don't give a fuck
Cause all we reppin is fag mob, mothafucka fag mob all day!
Faggots taking over the industry, mothafuckin' faggots runnin' the world!
[Hook: Seth]
Got the baddest click, and our shit be yankin'
Tryna get with this, better stack them franklins
Ass so fatty, you could call it bacon
Make your bed rock, got that shit straight shakin'
[Brooke]
Ride dick, like I'm winnin this bitch, Kentucky derby
Fuzzy flow, you the rap game Furby
[?} be swimmin' in the sea, gettin' richer by the minute
Cause it's made of money, diamonds on my pinky
Diamond on my brain, got a powder pink benz and a solid gold chain
I'm insane, I'm insane!
Diamonds on my pinky, diamonds on my wrist
Been a bad girl, I'm a naughty bitch
Leader of these hoes, ladies of the night
Madame Candy if the price is right
[?]
Fresh to death means I'm never lookin' bummy
Genie in a bottle, so rub-dub-a-dub me
Angry birds, ain't get nothing from me
Britney Spears, baby you can hit it one more time
Bend it over, hella clear that you get it from behind
You know my juice taste sweet, fine apple wine
You ain't gotta flip a nickle cuz baby I'm a dime, a dime, a dime
That's ten cents, better check yourself before your ass get spent
Get on your knees bitch, repent
Brooke Candy on the mic, rhyme like it's heaven sent
[Hook]
[Seth]
Follow me, f-follow me
I'm rollin' on some exstacy
I want your dick inside of me, p-pop your dick inside of me
Clear your throat, get on your knees
Bitch you better aim to please
I'll come inside you so watch out bitch
What's my name? Gon shout it out
Closet Boy, yo you're all gon love me
Dressing classy, drinking bubbly
Got designer names all over me
[?]
Boy acting slutty, suck the dick then take yo money
Suck the dick then take yo money
[Hook]
brooke candy - bubblegum and taffy
Aight hold up
Brooke candy
Bubblegum and taffy
Get some of this and you gon' be happy
Uh
You smilin', you smilin'
Cause I stay styling
Two bitches deep
Yeah you know that we be whiling
Crazy, baby
That's how God made me
Throw them pussy
Makes me money
Scissor, sister
Rhymes like a twister
Freaky prince$$
Know that bitch cause I fist her
Fresh to death
Like I hopped off out the casket
Smoking on purp
Boy you know you better pass it!
Married to the mob
I'm a mafia shit
I don't like your shoe game
You should be wearing cement
At the bottom of the ocean
I be mixing up a potion
Got that scarface pussy
Makes you cop it in my lotion
brooke candy - cloud aura
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to think a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you
Brook Candy
We were on some Bonnie & Clyde shit
Kept the once row, always let you take the first shit
When the feds caught us I said I would take the rep
Cause I knew it ain't easy livin' live in the trap
I was the Queen B, you were my Jay Z
The only one who held me down when I was f-cking crazy
Ivonne and Trump, shit we coulda' ran the world
You were my Chris Grant, I was your homie girl
Let you put your feet up while I was cooking you breakfast
Thought I found my rider, yeah but now we just regret shit
Log into your email cause I knew that shit was wrong
Climbing up a private photo of a bitch showing her thong
And I look a lil closer it's my home girl Lisa
Time to terminate shit, hasta la vista
Married to the mob so I put a hit on it
Candy you're my right, then you took a shit on it
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to think a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you
Oh oh
Now I'm a f-cking shita'
Apply it to your pick-up
And drive a super sonic, crush and burn it with my sister
No I don't need a mister, a sorta baby sitter
I'm never going down, it's easy to resist you
You broke my heat
And I'm never gon' forget this
You broke my heat
And I am coming back to get you, don't you know
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to think a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you
Oh oh
Baby what hurts the most is when you become so cold
You're starting to hurt my heart, you left me here in the dark
Now I got to think a change, I don't want to see your face
I'm starting to hurt so hard, huh, you
Oh oh
brooke candy - das me
Uh yo yo what up it's Brooke Candy
Mother fucking freaky princess
Brooke rap style is the queen of Italy
Amount of candy, the price is right
Double D's, these are real titties
Lady T-H-C, Betty Blow
Hoodrat Drew Barrymore
I'm repin' fag mob all day
Mother fucking faggots taking over the industry
Mother fucking faggots running the world
I'm a super bitch, I fuck it up, I do this shit
You say that I'm a slut
It ain't your business who I'm fucking with
A dude could fuck 3 bitches and they'd say that he's the man
But I get it in with twins, she's a whore
That's what they saying
It's time to take the back "Slut" is now a compliment
A sexy-ass female who running shit and confident
Lady who on top of it, a female with a sex drive
Lyrically don't fuck with me, the greatest in the world
Live living on my pussy, all my ladies let me hear you
I'm a Ceo, Dream girl, Drug Dealer
Real just like my titties you can even cop a feel-a
Finger licking good, treat my pussy like a meal-a
Talk about my tit size I need to see your dick size
Show me what you're working with I better win a big prize
Next time they call you a slut
Brooke Candy tell you not to give a fuck
All the dudes wiggle your dicks for Brooke Candy
All the hoes jiggle your tits for Brooke Candy
If you gotta blunt, bitch don't let it pass me
Looking for the realest bitch? tell the world
Das Me
Tell 'em thats me, tell 'em tell 'em Das me
Tell 'em thats me, tell 'em tell 'em Das me
Looking for the realest bitch? tell the world
Das me
Tell 'em thats me, tell 'em tell 'em Das me
Eh I'm coming back in
I could kill a bitch man, I'm so fucking crazy
Gotta gun, to your dome, foaming mouth rabies
Baby that's some real shit, I'm a Mob Boss
Take a knife to your dick, I'm a cut your fucking loss
Dont' say a word, put the money in the bag
I'm a tie you up bitch, yeah I like it when you gag
Don't try nothing funny, bitch I came for the money
I'm a rascally rabbit, rap game Bugs Bunny
Trust no ho bitches out to get ya
Staring at me so hard you need to take a picture
It'll last longer you're so fucking late
It's easy for you talking shit from that far away
I'm on top of the world I'm on top of the game
They don't show me respect they best remember the name
Brooke Candy, the haters love to doubt me
Candy is my name but there's nothing sweet about me
Fag Mob killing shit Brooke candy realest shit
Tight twot white hot feel this shit feel this shit
Gotta blunt roll it up Liquor store hold it up
Uzi in my hand bitch blow it up blow it up
brooke candy - don't touch my hair hoe
[Intro]
I was walking down the street
Drinking my black tea boba
And this bitch... Oh no no no no no
This bitch had the nerve,
the audacity to touch my motherfucking hair
Do not touch my hair! No, nonononono okay?
[Hook]
Don't touch my hair, ho
Or my chinchilla coat
(X4)
[Verse 1]
Don't touch my hair ho
Don't touch, don't touch my hair ho
It's real out here in the field bitch
And I'm a fucking scarecrow
I'll scare these birds away ho
Your bitch is on my pay roll
I get that money like my name was sonny
But I don't ever share though
My weave costs more than your 4 door
I'm slipping on chinchilla coats
I'm finna go guerrilla though
I'm shippin' out brazilian coke
I'm making that [?]
Stay dipped in gold like pharaoh
Mothafucka I swear though
Don't touch my fucking hair ho
[Hook]
Don't touch my hair, ho
Or my chinchilla coat
[Verse 2]
Don't touch my hair, my coat, my car, my ho,
my drugs, my money
You touch my hair, my girls, my clothes
Then this shit won't be funny
But if you cool I'll let you touch your tongue on my punani
And if you lick it right you'll hit the apple seed like johnny
Cash rules everything around me bitch
I'm high, had a pill and brownie
Got a hide out way out in downy
Cuz I got a board in every county
So bitch beware ho
I'm not sure if you care ho
I'll wipe you out like nair ho
Don't touch my fucking hair ho
[Hook]
Don't touch my hair, ho
Or my chinchilla coat
[Outro]
I can't believe she did that
Now why she had to did that
See that's the type of shit
that's gonna make a bitch get bitch slapped
I don't believe she did that
Man, why she have to did that
The next time that you touch my weave
I'll push your fucking wig back
brooke candy - dumb
[Intro]
Uhh, what?
This the anthem, yeah I got you bitches dancing
Get your hands up! Yeah I got you bitches dancing
When I come to the club, come to the club club, uhh I get down
When I come to the club, come to the club club, uhh I get down
Mad cause they see me getting paper
Is that why you thirsty bitches hating?
[Hook]
Why come to the club and just stand around?
Kind of dumb to me, you should be getting down
[Verse 1]
I'm peaking, freaking out
If you got a "e" pill then eat it now
If you want a refill then get it now
If you didn't come to party beat it, ow
Uhh, I'm getting tipsy in this bitch
And I tossing to the good life, they see me getting rich
I don't get it, why you standing on the wall though?
Lose your inhibitions, get to stripping down on all fours
Uhh, now up and bring it back down. Yeah
Now roll it, watch your back now
That's my little dumbass bitch, she put her leg behind her head
Yo, if that's a party trick, imagine her inside the bed!
I can feel the redbull mixed in with the vodka
Feeling tipsy 'çause I took more shots than [?]
Uhh, now tell me why you hating?
Get that ass to working, and jerking, I get it percolating!
Now tell me that you don't feel the heat
I'm tiny town, I get down when it comes to this beat. What?
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
That's me, I get it popping
I kill bitches, go Johnnie Chocran
I'm Sid Vicious, you're [?]
I took your spot, now drop
I'm rocking Freddy Krueger
That bitch is talking, "Whitey" Cooly
Your new religion, hallelujah!
Watch how I do like oo na na
Watch how I play-ay, sniffing out my prey-ey
Do it big like pay day, make these bitches ha-ate
Y'all bitches sit down, this beat a hit now
Kind of dumb to me, we should be getting down
[Bridge]
Down, down, low as you can go. Down, down, closer to the floor
Down, down, low as you can go. Down, down, closer to the floor
Now pick up, pick up, get your dick up, dick up, it's a stick up, stick up, let go
Now pick up, pick up, get your dick up, dick up, do it quicker, quicker, now slow
[Hook]
[Bridge]
[Hook]
What?
brooke candy - eat fist
Got my mans back
Like a jam full knapsack (x3)
Brooke
Iced up with cops, and the bug won't stop
No time for drunk bitches I keep walking
By stay ratachun-duè baby rock in ma sun
It's the deep face queen homie pop the spa
I hurt like a sweet so large life and sweet black sheep
Black sheep and baby fat cheeks
Rap game spooky as, right in the mirror
My diamond in the dark with no pieces sealed
Got the devil on ma shoulder and my monz (money)
In ma hand
Shut the fuck up!
Cas I'm running for this break
Money and respect is what I expect
I'ma rat of ma man till the day of ma death
Small minded bitches talk shit
Small minded bitches eat fist
Small minded bitches talk shit
Eat fist
Eat fist
Paloma
I hate niggers this ain't no fucking joke speaking of some shit
They got to stop
Trippin' over niggers like we ate mushrooms
While we should be hustling
Pimping is the rules
Put them on a corner and make us some bread
Take them to the? and give me some head
I'm a mean ass bitch but I'm softenly fed of mountains
Of the lentils
And urnished turk bread
See it on my name bring supreme dialing beat it in the pit
Its probably me that still missing
Go and go chocking big on smoking mean
Like a bitch ain't got time to be joking
Sexy in gravy it's a trap dolly parton
How your man missing picture milk carton
Mala
Scullers ain't drunk unk, unk, with the coke bag
Chillin with some dumb fuck cunts in the hidden truck
Getting messed up what, what? think I give a fuck?
Not who me, I'm sorry
Bitches like a tar reid
I eat vita-sorry
Faken just like barbie
Pass my fucking bgari
Food ain't never sorry
Think I give a fuck about the bitch in the dump truck
Give a slut a nut in the butt nigger cum suck
Small minded bitches talk shit
Small minded bitches eat fist
Small minded bitches talk shit
Eat fist
Eat fist (x2)
brooke candy - everybody does
Poppin' bottles in the club
That's what everybody does
That's what everybody does
That's what everybody does
Droppin' Dollars on they guts
That's what everybody does
That's what everybody does
That's what everybody does
Bangin' models in the back
That's what everybody does
That's what everybody does
That's what everybody does
Brooke Candy on the track
That's what everybody loves
That's what everybody loves
That's what everybody loves
Basic hoes, open toes, swag, jerkin' in a circle
Y'all are talking, smoking up a pack of Cloves
While I'm on another planet, god damn I'm booking shows
For fashion week in Milan, I see you on [?]
Man I'm so next level make the Devil look froze
Basic bitches leave in stitches while I'm stacking money rolls
Working 14 carat poles, while I'm shittin' on the trolls
Mandy Freshour's on the line, while Andy Warhol's packing bowls
Clear though, everybody fuckin' with the weirdo
Strangest in the game, all the same I keep it real though
Jaws drop while I stand my ground
Stacking bread while label hessie, I'm ahead of my time
B-B-Baby I'm sorry, I'm hella rare like Atari
I'm fuckin' Mena Suvari while I'm on mushrooms like Mario
Sorry Ho, Candy on the track, I took your spot
While you were trying on your Louboutins, I'm groovin' on your mans cock
Hot chocolate on a cold day, stacking dough like Coldplay
I could teach a master class on roleplay
José, Candy is a slut, she lookin' nasty
Raspy ass bitches sitting home and watchin' â??Das Me'
Haters put me on a shrine so they can worship
Warrior, call me L'oreal because â??I'm worth itâ?
[?] ��... I whip my hair��
When I'm Heaven sent but I'm hell bent on getting shit done
Man I'm so next level
Man I'm so next level
Man I'm so next level
Private jet life, hotter than your ex wife
Arab dude singing while I'm pickin' out my next wife
Man I'm so next level
Man I'm so next level
Man I'm so next level
Private jet life, hotter than your ex wife
Arab dude singing while I'm pop-pop-pop-pop
brooke candy - feel yourself
I'm on that soda hey hey
I Don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fucking grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
I'll show you what the game is, I don't blame you
If you feel yourself
From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Go on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
(Indian hook) [3x]
I bite it
Suicide boys, let's ride out
My night out
Fucked up till its lights out
I'm Blacked out, wasted
Tryna' get up, I'm faded
So dilapidated, America's most hated
You drunk right?
Turn it into a prom night
Work it up and drunk fight
Suck it till you drunk right
Blame it, all of that liquor
We be swerving, all of that liquor
Blurry, all of that liquor
Cuz' we be slurring all of that liquor
I'm on that soda hey hey
I Don't know how to act
If I take another shot down I may have a heart attack
Fucking grab a bottle off of that Tequila shelf
I'll show you how the game is, I don't blame you
If you feel yourself
From the bed to the bed. Go on and feel yourself
Kick it up bring it back. Go on and feel yourself
Ladies stand up, fellas put your hands up
Come on and feel yourself, feel yourself and feel yourself!
(Indian hook) [3x]
So torn
Took More shots than world war
No drawers, it's all down girls that's sore
Feel no pain, let it rain
I smell in my profane
Oh man, I'm coming down
Turn it down another round
Laying up, smoke loud
Fucked up, drunk crowd
Hands up, what now?
Stand up, get down
Amen, smoking
Lame men, toking
Swerving, joking
Jerking, focus
I'm poppin' shit until I feel it
Lean Brooke and I'm real in
Set the scene I steal it
When I get fucked up?
Walking in and I get wrecked up
Time to fuck your function up
Break it down, and turn it up
Trip it, rip it red light
Tip it, sip it, say it right
Head it, give it, dead light
Hit it, kill it it, dead right?
I'm setting fire to liars
I'm fucking Jerry Macguire
I'm fucking higher than fire
You tired? Retire
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
Turn me on I'm a radio, I ain't afraid though
(Indian hook) [3x]
brooke candy - firey dick
I smoke splits with Satan, got him on speed dial
Cause I live and breathe, I fuck him, fire lifestyle
And there ain't another bitch in a 90 square miles
That could be like me, be this versatile
See I'm spitting heat, while you chucking vile
My bars is made of gold, you a dirty dump pile
Now let's take it back to the 666
I'mma worship the devil, I'm on my witchcraft shit
Summon the father, summon the demon
Let's take a hit from the back, swallow his semen
See, I ain't no son of god, I'm a bitch that trip
Gotta fuck with the devil, got that firey dick
Walk away slow with my left leg limp
And my money in tow, call me Lucifer's pimp
Firey dick, firey dick, firey dick, fi-fi-firey dick
P. I. M. P., ask the devil, that's me
I ain't tricking that ho cause I'm the boss la-dy
Sippin' all night only drink Henessy
And we pop 'em pills turnt O-X-E
Rocking chinchilla wear still firey
Devil like it freaky and he got that side of me
Fucking all night, tryna make a baby
Satan's spawn in my belly got me feeling funny
Bout to be the queen as the underworld seen
Evil all around me, every day is Halloween
Firey dick, Firey dick, Firey dick, fi-fi-firey dick
Dick
brooke candy - freaky prince$$
Real ass bitch, yeah that's me
Tastes so sweet, yeah it's Brooke Candy
I rule everything, one word; pussy
Talk about it, then beat about it
Yo blabbing and bitches do me a solid
Keep my name out yo motherfucking mouth
Talk some more, you gon' get stomped out
Bitch can't dance, bitch can't rap
Rockin' chinchilla, you the face of Gap
Fall back ho, you got me steaming
What's that sound? Yo I got you screaming
Kick a bitch in the clit for no reason
Bulls-eye, Bulls-eye, it's hunting season
I'm coming for ya you bird ass bitch
You took it too far, you dun flipped the switch
Fuck the ring, I rather slay on the street
Curve stomp, Curve stomp, bloody bloody concrete
Bummy bitch, you was born to loose
I be on the hunt, that's my face on the news
Pussy wolf, and some cheap clothes
You fucking little elf, you a ho-ho-ho
Lost little girl ain't got no flow
Might as well bow down, you in the presense of a pro
Splish-splash splatter, I be spraying brain matter
Shit get you so scared gonna break yo bladder
I'm so fucking crazy call me young Mad Hatter
When I run up in the spot all the dumb bitches scatter
Real ass bitch, yeah that's me
Tastes so sweet, yeah it's Brooke Candy
I rule everything, one word; pussy
What's this that I hear? they want it for free
Well I said it before I better see 10 G
It's the Freaky Prince$$
Convicted rapist
Fucking daddy, yeah it's incest
Got a whole group of toys in my treasure-chest
Licky-licky licky-licky with my tounge
Sucky sucky sucky sucky til you're sprung
Taste like candy when you cum
I'm the bitch that's gun get the job done
What, uh
What? I do this for fun! hahaha
brooke candy - freestyle nasty
Imma be a Bratz doll, you can undress me
Got so many looks that the biters don't stress me
Like Jay Z, I'm into the next one
Wanna be Brooke Candy 'cause I am the best one, yeah
With a pussy you would die for
Pullin out the black card, a pussy you would buy for
Hoppin on a private jet, a pussy you would fly for
Need to grab a Kleenex, a pussy you would cry for
Uh, it's that candy pussy
Wanna hit this? better man up pussy
Brooke Candy, prescription girl, ice cream pussy wanna lick the swirl
A hundred thousand dudes be crawling at my feet
My pussy's on fire, they wanna feel the heat
Treat em like shit, you're a piece of meat boy
You better have rhythm cause we're fucking to the beat
brooke candy - happy days
We got problems
We got pain
We got issues
We're insane
We got stacks of bills to pay
It's getting darker every day
Pills to stay up
Pills to sleep
Pill prescription, therapy
Doctor aren't we just a smile away
From happy days
Bought a six pack of freedom
Ten pack of pride
Losing the streets, and feeling alive
[?]
Spark in the flame
Killing me softly
Kiss me again
If you don't know now you know
Wheels keep spinning
If you don't know now you know
Champagne killin'
(Sittin' on the hood of chevy singing)
We got problems
We got pain
We got issues
We're insane
We got stacks of bills to pay
It's getting darker every day
Pills to stay up
Pills to sleep
Pill prescription, therapy
Doctor aren't we just a smile away
From happy days
Happy days
[?] papers got me straight in my zone
[?]
If you don't know now you know
Wheels keep spinning
If you don't know now you know
Champagne killin'
(Sittin' on the hood of chevy singing)
We got problems
We got pain
We got issues
We're insane
We got stacks of bills to pay
It's getting darker every day
Pills to stay up
Pills to sleep
Pill prescription, therapy
Doctor aren't we just a smile away
From happy days
Happy days
(Sittin' on the hood of chevy chevy)
Do it for the love, and make you feel good
Steady goin' up, and make you feel good
Rain, rain, go away
Just bring me my happy days
Do it for the love, and make you feel good
Steady goin' up, and make you feel good
Rain, rain, go away
Just bring me my happy days
Sittin' on the hood of chevy chevy
Sittin' on the hood of my chevvy chevvy
Bout to to roll up soemthing heavy heavy
Bout to light up something heavy heavy
Sittin' on the hood of chevy chevy
Sittin' on the hood of my chevvy chevvy
Bout to to roll up soemthing heavy heavy
Bout to light up something heavy heavy
We got problems
We got pain
We got issues
We're insane
We got stacks of bills to pay
It's getting darker every day
Pills to stay up
Pills to sleep
Pill prescription, therapy
Doctor aren't we just a smile away
From happy days
Happy days
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