Danny Brown - Brown Eyes lyrics

(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 b**h is a runner, my n***as 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 n***a acting up... Drunk too much, now a n***a throwing up But that was last night, n***a I'm still drinking Smoking on the purple got a n***a pupil shrinking Plotting on a Lincoln, get it with the ink pin You f**ing with me, my n***a what you thinking Your bars too immature this is grown man flow And that's why my b**hes grown with some grown man dough You're f**ing with them youngins, on the phone with them hoes I text a b**h 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 n***a back f** it, It ain't like a n***a smoking crack