[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