Sweet Caroline

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chris Brown] Oh, mother, sweet Caroline Feels like you shot me with a .38 or a .45 And my heart's bleedin', 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 rollin' in The 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 floatin' 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 rollin' in The 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 floatin' above the clouds It really feels like life Sweet love of mine, oh-oh You're my sweet Caroline (Woo) (Breezy) My sweet Caroline (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 a nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue Regularly make a nigga 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 'em panic, I don't really understand it That's when I lay 'em down and tryna get a better view Genuinely see the way I regularly chew Whack niggas, bitch, I'm of the legendary few Some'll front but I know they already really knew Instead of tryna front, you need to get a better crew Lactose, bitch, I keep 'em at close Better know I pack totes, I don't wanna let it go (Ooh) Damn folks, now they wanna stand close When a nigga bang those cannons and I let it blow (Boom) You don't really wanna do it The way that gets a nigga that be flowin' like a fluid And I be damagin' everything every time that a nigga get up on it It's nothin', we know that they already do it It 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 up and rock on the 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 losin' it And buggin', baby girl, you can see the grab on 'em Now y'all don't really want to get it out and blow Fireworks nigga, now we givin' 'em a show Let me chill, throw a grand at 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 floatin' above the clouds It really feels like life Sweet love of mine, oh-oh You're my sweet Caroline (Woo) My sweet Caroline