Tarul - Brown Boy Fly Lyrics

Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky
Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky

No kisses I'm on a roll
No jinxes, your head will roll
My theme song is like Pokemon
And in like 15 years you'll still sing along
Hip singer, no sneak disser
My Peach bomber going para-soul
And my sharp tongue will then make your ribbit
Like Magus-struck, but still got the sword
Ying-splitting, Lord Zuko's hissing
This fish hidden now runs the show
More villains for the undertow?
More villains for the undertow
See I'm fly
At least I try
To make it real
Doodle Guy
Make you flail
Sauron's Eye
Then feel so good just like apple pie
Hit it with it, I ain't talking cricket
My spirit's singing like a Broadway ticket
Yeah, take the shipment, this pirate's grinning
Your hands to the ceiling, this is an arrest
Crazy this mission
Give Tom Cruise the listen
Or Timberlake vision
This nuclear fission
Of master tactician
Been tipping the scales
Like the genie with wishes
Or Tarul you know

Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky
Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky

Tell me about your fears
Tell me about your fears
Tell me about your fears
Tell me about your fears
Sitting all alone, yo
My fears coming back like a yoyo
No tears when I drop like a Coco
Getting roasted like Kuriboh or Ho-oh
Uh-oh
Been a woah now with the phone calls
And the no-shows and the dial tones
Network for the networth
I ain't building homes for my villagers
No connoisseur, I'm immature
Ain't learned a thing from literature
Head's down and my heads bound
I ain't doing a thing to reinsure

Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky
Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky
Bet your brown boy's fly
Bet your brown boy's fly
Spread his wings out high
Bet he'll touch the f*cking sky

Chill it in the row 4
Got the protag beacon
I've been pacing on the floor like Lelouche be scheming
I won't trip into it
I won't Joker-oo it
So we're whispering like our Judy's neighbors out there lurking
Bursting out the ceiling as we're trapping within our Summer feelings
Bite and chew, can't swallow too, wonder what is next
I don't know
Bring it back
Cadillac
My wrists hurt
Lil Mac
Stunts and it all
Acrobat
My drink's cold
Hourglass
Strain like the leaves from your tea bag
Big sad
White as an oboe
Brown as a polo
Mind's always slipping off the lands like in Kyoto
We hope though (We hope though)
We dope though (We hope though)