Brooke's

For the widows to my soul
(The path is sealed)
Since they gave me looks that's cold (I never chill)
Never left me too exposed
(That's how I feel)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)

When it go with all my clothes
(I'm dressed to kill)
With a look that's never old
(Now that's appeal)
When the haters gotta goal
(I wear my shields)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)

Accessories are essential
Make up artist and pencil
Bank robber and rental
My shades so presidential
They're reliable, certifiable
When they dark, they're diabolical
Blocking obstacles, I feel so classifiable
With my Brooke's I'm under wraps
Fuck all that
Eyes low but surveilling from the back
Keep a low pro for the fact
Haters don't know where I'm at
If they find out, they gotta fade the black
My shades make me feel so invisible
From the ones who feel so miserably
What they don't know that shit can get real
When I put down my shields (Chill)

For the widows to my soul
(The path is sealed)
Since they gave me looks that's cold (I never chill)
Never left me too exposed
(That's how I feel)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)

When it go with all my clothes
(I'm dressed to kill)
With a look that's never old
(Now that's appeal)
When the haters gotta goal
(I wear my shields)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)

My shades like a button
If you touch it we thumping
I don't know might be something
To get my heart to start pumping
And my blood boiling
Hold my shades I'm going in
No holding back or holding in
When someone is spoiling
My mood like some bad news
Shit drives me nuts, cashews
Without my shades, I'm stuck like tattoos
One things for certain, cash rules
Don't make tonight be one of your last moves
Choose...
My shades make feel so invincible
So let's go if you wanna get physical
Just know that shit can get real
Whenever I put down my shields (Chill)

For the widows to my soul
(The path is sealed)
Since they gave me looks that's cold (I never chill)
Never left me too exposed
(That's how I feel)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)

When it go with all my clothes
(I'm dressed to kill)
With a look that's never old
(Now that's appeal)
When the haters gotta goal
(I wear my shields)
When my Brooke's on, Brooke's on
Brooke's on, Brooke's on
(Yeah)

Fuck ya Ray bans, don't try to provoke me
With ya spray tan, why you rocking those Oakley's?
Like a caveman, I be staying so low key
Not today man, please don't make me odee

Fuck ya Ray bans, don't try to provoke me
With ya spray tan, why you rocking those Oakley's?
Like a caveman, I be staying so low key
Not today man, please don't make me odee

Yo
I'm like a black Johnny Cage
With my shades and my Sonya Blade
You ain't gonna be able to be saved
If this Jax Gat goes blat
Pussy



Credits
Writer(s): Ronald Evans, Jr
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