| Close your eyes for me
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| For a second
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| Sh, just for a second
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| Yeah, like that
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| Uh
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| Mr. Brownskin Brooklyn, brother, lover, best friend
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| Centuries hated for that ebony complexion
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| They answer no questions, I want some
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| Heart beatin' awful like that bass drum, prayin' the day come
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| where you came from, ancient as Abram
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| Holy water sacred as Jacob
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| Your eyes shine like the stars that over bed
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| sisters to the wounds
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| Brother to the night and when the lights on
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| You transcend the rhyme form
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| Uh, protagonist of this song
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| The world wrote you wrong, let me love you enough
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| To sing for you, dream of you, bang that Jodeci and fiend for you
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| Roam your inner globe until you moan along the blues scale
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| Promise I won’t tell, as bad as I wanna brag about you
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| Yell tones and chords unknown, unclothed
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| I transpose only when we alone, when we alone
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| Baby, your brown skin’s gold
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| You know I love to watch you shine
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| Baby, your brown skin’s gold
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| See your truth reflect inside my eyes
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| Uh, Southern is your walk like a down South drawl
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| Like a deep funk bassline brewin' between your thighs
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| Sinkin' Johnny Gill, oh my, sunken the key of life
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| Stevie see me and wonder why I get terrified
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| Teary-eyed, don’t know whether to run or rhyme, I see you
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| Black as the king in his prime, Chicago '65
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| The world claim color blind, play like you Busta Rhyme
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| I let you touch it until we manifest a ancient tribe
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| Even when you cross the line
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| My love is rough, take you to war, go to war for you at the same time
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| 'Cause you are mine, divine,, heavy your heart like mine
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| When you walk by, wish I could press rewind and freeze frame you
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| pause and play you with my mind, I’m
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| Your sanctuary from the pain outside, huh
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| The most comfortable, lovable
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| Michelangelo’s David couldn’t fuck with you, uh
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| Baby, your brown skin’s gold
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| You know I love to watch you shine
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| Baby, your brown skin’s gold
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| See your truth reflect inside my eyes
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| Uh, for you
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| Feels so good to know that you’re loved by somebody so wonderful
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| Ooh, no more searching, no more searching the world
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| It’s all right, it’s all right, ooh
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| Let the record play Donny Hathaway
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| This is a song for you
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| I know the world wrote you wrong
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| Let me write you the right way
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| Let me phrase you the right way
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| Let me paint you
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| Mr. Brownskin
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| Let me write you the right way, yes
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| Let me phrase you, uh
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| Let me paint you, Mr. Brownskin
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| Uh, let the record play Donny Hathaway
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| 'Cause this is a song for you, ah
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| For you, for you, for you
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| Mr. Brownskin, uh, uh
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| Uh
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| For you, uh, yes |