Brown Eyes - Claytoven Richardson, Paris

Under seventeen was when her body started impressin'

Been under scrutiny from dudes since early adolescence

Understood the game, understood just how to play it

She understood underprivileged was overrated

Always under pressure, 'cause her face was unforgiving

Underage, but her body done seen hella living

With attention undivided, she had understanding

That underneath it all the money was what really mattered

And her mentality was, «Fuck it man, I gotta have it»

Had seen her mother struggle underwater with finances

With no father, unsupervised, she learned to manage

Undeterred, she would serve 'em till it hurt from damage

Under-educated, but she knew enough to know

The golden rule is that you rule if you control the gold

And her cat was golden, so she understood her role

Kept the money foldin', on the under, never told

See uh

Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes

Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie

Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high

By her early twenties she was under the illusion

Men would always spend whenever sex was introduced

Used to playin' games under covers, under wraps

Under the misconception sex would always bring the snaps

Unpredictable, her lifestyle was hella shady

Tryin' to trap a baller, get him whupped and have his baby

Under the influence, underweight and hella skinny

Loud-talking out in public like that shit was pretty

Under-educated, never knew what she was missin'

Didn’t understand the fact she didn’t have to pimp the kitten

'Til a real pimp came along and got her twisted

And put the hanger on that ass, cold and unforgiving

«Bitch, stay down, lay down and get my bread»

'Fore he put the smack down that was all he said

All she wanted was to be like Kim Kardashian

Funny how that works, on the mattress, back again

You see, uh

Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes

Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie

Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high

I wish pops let me off on the mattress

I wish pops let me off- let me off

I wish pops let me off on the mattress

I wish pops let me off- let me off

Free, free, free, free, free

I wish pops let me off on the mattress

I wish pops let me off- let me off

I wish pops let me off on the mattress

I wish pops let me off-

Free, free, free

See uh

Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes

Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie

Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high

Under the circumstances, twenty-eight seemed like a blessing

Tried to undergo a transformation to escape

Went underground for awhile, stayed undetected

But it was understaffed at the shelter and she left it

Took her chances though they all told her to be cautious

She was unconcerned, their alarm was met with nonchalance

Called the undertaker, cause they found her unresponsive

In her underwear underneath a parking structure

It was too late to understand what could’ve saved her

Underestimate these streets and end up under daisies

So much untapped potential underneath the surface

In the end, gotta ask, «Was it really worth it?»

So sad, she was caught up in the undertow

Never really knowing, never had a chance to really grow

All alone, just a full grown little girl

In the underbelly of the hellish underworld

See uh

Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes

Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie

Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high