Chris Brown, Byron Messia Nightmares

Me brother get tied up in the streets Said them can't leave out And if yuh cya bring the Glock 'round Then them nah leave out (yeah) More time alone, soldier nah trust no one If he ever see them pick on them Him turn evil (yeah) Him say, "Me depressed, so Henny my medicine" It's just me and my Remington Pigs them want stick around like gelatin Oh, woah oh, oh woah Batty man, them nah take 'way your skeleton Then skrrt up on the main like Hamilton Road money make him fly like pelican Ooh, Lord, oh, Lord Him tell me most high know My family and me friend them most High know You bring trouble, him gon' end 'em Nightmares, no more dreams He just don't believe, he just don't believe Nightmares, no more dreams He just don't believe, he just don't believe Da da, da da gunshot turn them in a goner Killa them a travel 'pon a charter Fi go start war, ha ha A gunshot, we no love chat Have the clutch back God say me no fi buss back, me say fuck that AK with the pan drum in a the truck back Ever have the 'K like school Youth with a lunch bag Most High know my family and me friend them Most High know You bring trouble, him gon' end 'em Nightmares, no more dreams He just don't believe, he just don't believe (He just don't, he just don't) Nightmares, no more dreams He just don't believe (He just don't) He just don't believe (He just don't) He just don't, oh bang bang, mhmm Me say gang-gang pussy boy, oh oh oh Me say bang bang