A-Reece - BRAVO Lyrics

Huh
Huh, yeah, but yeah, we made it anyway (bravo)
Yeah, huh, and it's a brand new f*ckin' day, huh (bravo)
Yeah, huh, but yeah, we made it anyway
Huh, yeah, and it's a brand new f*ckin' day (bravo)
Yeah, yeah, it's a brand new f*ckin' day (bravo)

See the sky's no longer grey, it's a brighter day
I know that you hate that you changed on me (bravo)
I know that you hate that you changed on me, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah (bravo)
I see the sky's no longer grey, it's a brighter day
I know that you hate that you changed on me (bravo)
I know that you hate that you changed on me (bravo)

(Ohh, mmh, baby)

I ain't tryna to pressure you
But you f*ckin' with a professional
I'm light years ahead of you (bravo)
I don't see these niggas like a priest at confessionals
I'm just tryna be unforgettable
Tryna bring me down, I ain't lettin' you
I'm writin' this letter to the memorable
'Cause we will forever remember you (bravo)
I represent the jacaranda tree lined avenue
Where the women got a feline attitude
And niggas share a hustler's attribute (bravo)
I'm only talkin' back to you if it's about revenue
If you got a problem, we troubleshoot (bravo)
We perfectly execute
I know that you hate you changed on me, ain't nothing new (bravo)
Woof

(Ohh, mmh, baby)

See the sky's no longer grey, it's a brighter day
I know that you hate that you changed on me (bravo)
I know that you hate that you changed on me, huh
Yeah, huh, yeah (bravo)
I see the sky's no longer grey, it's a brighter day
I know that you hate that you changed on me (bravo)
I know that you hate that you changed on me (bravo)

Look (bravo)
This no country for old men, most of them ghost
Sugar kills candy coated nose, lost in the sauce (bravo)
They call me Weston, I'm the dark horse that never was bored
With every song authored, shot the dog, Llewelyn Moss (bravo)
You dyin' off screen, a thousand tweets, toss of a coin
It's the gold and the A-Reece rhyme locking horns (bravo)
Like a movie when we do this shit, Ethan and Joel
And for the kids that troll the streets I'm pro-teen like Carla Jean (bravo)
Might miss it the first listen, it sinks in in a week
Yeah, it got a ring to it when you get hit in your seat, ay (bravo)
Bloody feet, honor me, f*ckin' Stogie T
When I'm gone, the kids will give it up to me (bravo)
Bravo, bitch

(Ohh, mmh, baby)

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