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Brown Eyes
Paris feat. Claytoven Richardson
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Under 17 was when her body start impressin'
Been under scrutiny from dudes since early adolescence
Understood the game, understood just how to play it
She understood underprivileged was overrated
Always under pressure 'cause her face was unforgivin'
Underage, but her body done seen hella livin'
With attention undivided, she had understanded
That underneath it all the money was what really mattered
And her mentality was, "Fuck it, man, I gotta have it"
Had seen her mother struggle underwater with finances
With no father, unsupervised, she learned to manage
Undeterred, she would serve him 'til it hurt from damage
Undereducated, but she knew enough to know
The golden rule is that you rule if you control the gold
And her cat was golden, so she understood her role
Kept her money folded, on the under, never told
See her lovely, lovely, lovely brown eyes (Yeah)
Girl, you know we need you, that's no lie (C'mon)
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
By her early 20s she was under the illusion
Men would always spend whenever sex was introduced
Used to playin' games, under covers, under wraps
Under the misconception sex would always bring the snaps
Unpredictable, her lifestyle was hella shady
Tryin' to trap a baller, get him whooped and have his baby
Under the influence, underweight and hella skinny
Loud talkin' out in public like that shit was pretty
Undereducated, never knew what she was missin'
Didn't understand the fact she didn't have to pimp to get it
'Til a real pimp came along and got her twisted
And put the hanger on that ass, cold and unforgivin'
"Stay down, lay down and get my bread"
'Fore he put the smack down, that was all he said
All she wanted was to be like Kim Kardashian
Funny how that works, on the mattress, back again
See her lovely, lovely, lovely brown eyes (C'mon)
Girl, you know we need you, that's no lie
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
I wish the props of New York was a map
I wish the props of New York, of New York
I wish the props of New York was a map
I wish the props of New York, of New York (See, see, see, see)
I wish the props of New York was a map
I wish the props of New York, of New York
I wish the props of New York was a map
I wish the props of New York, of New York (See, see, see, see)
See her lovely, lovely, lovely brown eyes
Girl, you know we need you, that's no lie
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
Under the circumstances, 28 seemed like a blessin'
Tried to undergo a transformation to escape
Went underground for a while, stayed undetected
But it was understaffed at the shelter and she left it
Took her chances though they all told her to be cautious
She was unconcerned, their alarm was met with nonchalance
Called the undertaker, 'cause they found her unresponsive
In her underwear, underneath a parking structure
It was too late to understand what coulda saved her
Underestimate these streets and end up under daisies
So much untapped potential underneath the surface
In the end, gotta ask, was it really worth it?
So sad, she was caught up in the undertow
Never really knowin', never had a chance to really grow
All alone, just a full grown little girl
In the underbelly of the hellish underworld
See her lovely, lovely, lovely brown eyes
Girl, you know we need you, that's no lie
Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
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