Michael Christmas - Brown Sugar lyrics

Get them vocals, n***a Yeah, this is W somethin-somethin-somethin' Uh, yeah Violation, violation You supposed to be my brown sugar like Sanaa Lathan I'm down to chase the p**y all through the town, Jason Reality hit like a blunt, girl it's time to face it I'm just the right amount of wit to get your mind racin' I asked you one thing you could bring if you went outerspace and I tell you all about the sh** I like and the sh** I hatin' You share your demons, don't be scared, I promise I can take it I feel like Overton or Dwayne, girl, I'm all for pain [?] you gon' get a ring I'ma even listen to you sing knowin' you can't sing f** it, it sound beautiful to me, go 'head do ya thang Bring a fifth of Henny to the beach and I hate the sand And you not just s**y but you woke, we both hate the man Yeah, we both crazy, but I think I'm crazy more But she'd love to prove me wrong, lookin' up like "what's the score?" Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice Mix it with whatever I like I wrote this love letter tonight Hopin' I can get a bite She so sa**y, ooh She so sa**y, turn immature every time she walk past me Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice Mix it with whatever I like I'm holdin' back my tweets, I ain't slept good all week I'm waitin' till I see her, I put on my best sneakers I'm in the mirror like Mary, I need to smoke my reefer I'm sweatin' hard, tryn chill, dreamin' yours in the grill Why can't it all be real? I better have my baby and she gon' have my baby We gon' ball like Brady, y'all think I'm all types crazy Don't care 'bout none of the lately, I ain't write a song in a minute Just waitin' for a notification, this could be us but you playin' I'm really up, I be prayin' for bigger bucks in my hand, to grip on a bu*t while I'm layin' Breathe n***a, breathe, you can fly like the Matrix, and you startin' to believe it Say she love you more and I'm startin' to believe her Love the tiger stripes on her a** like Adidas Hit the shmoney dance after crackin', she crashin' She wake up, make her late for work and we laughin' 'bout what happened She had that Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice Mix it with whatever I like I wrote this love letter tonight Hopin' I can get a bite She so sa**y, ooh She so sa**y, turn immature every time she walk past me Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice Mix it with whatever I like I like, I like, I like