Brown
Jake Herring
Strung along, evil spirits
It don't take much on this, this side of town. Naw
You can't run no more (no more). Well aint that a bitch son. (Aint that a bitch)
And they can't stop this city (city) from crumbling down.
(They can't stop the brown)
(Can't stop the brown)
(They can't stop the brown)
Come along, lonely soldier.
I know you been way down, down on ya count. Ya
You can't run no more (no more). Well aint that a bitch son. (Aint that a bitch)
And they can't stop this city (city) from crumbling down.
(They can't stop the brown)
(Can't stop the brown)
(They can't stop the brown)
(Can't stop the brown)
Huh!
