Released: November 19, 2013
Featuring: Busta Rhymes
Songwriter: Busta Rhymes Chris Brown
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Oh mother, sweet Caroline
Feels like you shot me with a .38 or a .45
And my heart's bleeding, baby
Can't feel my legs I'm paralyzed
I know you just in it for the moment, so I'll enjoy the ride
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone
I can see all of nothin', what's happenin'?
Can't even look at your face, girl, I'm fadin' away
Girl, your drug is automatic
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Ooh, baby, I'm down
As long as you do the same, I'll try the same shit right now, right now
Baby, tell me when you start to feel it (Yeah)
Got me dead, oh (Oh), yeah, baby (Yeah)
Just let go of all the emotion, all the emotion
Just let it out, fly with me
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone
I can see all of nothin', what's happenin'?
Can't even look at your face, girl, I'm fadin' away
Girl, your drug is automatic
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Busta Rhymes]
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
Breezy, let me make sure Caroline understands somethin'
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Here I go, when I step up in the spot like another block
When the nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue
Regularly, man, a nigga that need to be seen
Medically, tell me what you really wanna do
Generally, niggas think they better than me, boo
Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe
That's when I make a panic, I don't really understand it
That's when I lay 'em down, they tryna get a better view
Genuinely see the way I regularly choose
Whack niggas switch, I'm up to legendary view
Somethin' from benal, they already really knew
Instead of tryna fuck you, need to get a better crew
Lactose, switch, I came up back close
Better know I back those, I don't wanna let it go (Ooh)
Damn folks, shawty wanna stand close
When a nigga bang those panties, and I let it blow (Boom)
He didn't really wanna do it
Then what it gets a nigga that be flowin' like a fluid
And I be damagin' everything every time a nigga get up on it, it's nothin'
We know that they already do it and ain't nothin' really to it
Pull up, stop, how 'bout a drop top?
Then I'm unlocked, I got my Glock cocked
That's how we do it over here
Do not hop on the mic on a wrong block, not
Y'all niggas know what it is
Yeah, you know the way I put it down for 'em
That's right, got 'em loose
Ain't no buggin', baby girl, you can see the grab on 'em
Now y'all don't really want to get a better blow
Fireworks nigga, now we givin' 'em a show
Let me chill, at the party, I met a pretty little ho
Make it bounce for me, but a nigga gotta go
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
Oh mother, sweet Caroline
Feels like you shot me with a .38 or a .45
And my heart's bleeding, baby
Can't feel my legs I'm paralyzed
I know you just in it for the moment, so I'll enjoy the ride
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone
I can see all of nothin', what's happenin'?
Can't even look at your face, girl, I'm fadin' away
Girl, your drug is automatic
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Ooh, baby, I'm down
As long as you do the same, I'll try the same shit right now, right now
Baby, tell me when you start to feel it (Yeah)
Got me dead, oh (Oh), yeah, baby (Yeah)
Just let go of all the emotion, all the emotion
Just let it out, fly with me
[Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown]
Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone
I can see all of nothin', what's happenin'?
Can't even look at your face, girl, I'm fadin' away
Girl, your drug is automatic
[Chorus: Chris Brown & Busta Rhymes]
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
Breezy, let me make sure Caroline understands somethin'
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Here I go, when I step up in the spot like another block
When the nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue
Regularly, man, a nigga that need to be seen
Medically, tell me what you really wanna do
Generally, niggas think they better than me, boo
Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe
That's when I make a panic, I don't really understand it
That's when I lay 'em down, they tryna get a better view
Genuinely see the way I regularly choose
Whack niggas switch, I'm up to legendary view
Somethin' from benal, they already really knew
Instead of tryna fuck you, need to get a better crew
Lactose, switch, I came up back close
Better know I back those, I don't wanna let it go (Ooh)
Damn folks, shawty wanna stand close
When a nigga bang those panties, and I let it blow (Boom)
He didn't really wanna do it
Then what it gets a nigga that be flowin' like a fluid
And I be damagin' everything every time a nigga get up on it, it's nothin'
We know that they already do it and ain't nothin' really to it
Pull up, stop, how 'bout a drop top?
Then I'm unlocked, I got my Glock cocked
That's how we do it over here
Do not hop on the mic on a wrong block, not
Y'all niggas know what it is
Yeah, you know the way I put it down for 'em
That's right, got 'em loose
Ain't no buggin', baby girl, you can see the grab on 'em
Now y'all don't really want to get a better blow
Fireworks nigga, now we givin' 'em a show
Let me chill, at the party, I met a pretty little ho
Make it bounce for me, but a nigga gotta go
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
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