Chris Brown - Nightmares (Byron Messia)

Me brother get tied up in the streets, said them can't leave, oh
And every gyal bring the Glock 'round, so them not leave, oh (Yeah)
More time alone, so Jah, 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 rime and tone"
Picks them ones, stick around like gelatin
Oh, woah-oh, oh-woah
Better man, them not take 'way your skeleton
Then skrrt up on the man like Hamilton
Broke money make him fly like pelican
Ooh, Lord, oh, Lord

And tell me most I know
My family and me friendem
Most I 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