Chris Brown - Sweet Caroline ft Busta Rhymes | Текст песни

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• Sweet Caroline ft Busta Rhymes

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Oh mother, sweet Caroline
Feels like you shot me with a 38 over 45
My hearts bleeding baby
Can't feel my legs I'm paralysed
I know you just in it for the moment
So ill enjoy the ride

[Pre-hook: Chris Brown]
Eyes start rolling in back of my head
Girl I'm already gone
I can see all of nothing, what's happening
Can't even look at your face
Girl I'm fading away
Girl your drug is automatic

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Higher than a fan
One sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds
It really feels like life
Sweet love of mine (Oh)
You're my sweet Caroline
My sweet Caroline

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Ooh baby I'm down
As long as you do the same
I'll try the same shit
Right now, right now
Baby tell me when you start to feel it
Can we get it ah
Yeah baby
Just like falling in motion
All the emotions
Just let it out
Fall with me

[Pre-hook]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Breezy
Let me make sure Caroline understand something
Here I go
I step up in the spot,like another block
When a nigga drop stop
You ain't even got a clue
Regularly make a nigga need to be seen
Medically tell me what you really wanna do
Generally niggas think they better than me boo
Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe
That's when I make them panic, I don't really understand it
That's when I lay them down and try to get a better view
Genuinely see the way I regularly choose
Whack niggas bitch, I'm up to legendary view
Something from benal they already really knew
Instead of tryna fuck you need to get a better crew
Lights out, switch, I came up real close
Didn't know I back down, I don't wanna let it go
Yea folks, Shawty wanna stand close
When a nigga bang those and I really blow
I didn't really wanna knew it
Then what? He gets a nigga that be blowing like a fluid
And I can damage a nigga, get every time on that, nigga
Get up on, like it's something
We know the thing, We really do it
And ain't nothing really to it
Pull up, stop
How bout a drop top? Then I'm out
I got my Glock cocked
It's always you that's over here
You not hop on the microphone black knock
Ya'll niggas know what it is
And you know the way I put it down for em
That's right, got 'em loose
And it ain't nothing baby girl, you can see that grap on em
Now ya'll don't really want to get a better note
Fireworks, nigga I be giving em a show
Let me chill though I really me a pretty little ho
Make her bounce on me but a nigga gotta have it

[Hook]