Brian Fraze

Brian Fraze

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I live to Entertain. I've been on stage or in front of a camera for all my life. I love it and it's the only thing I want to do. I've got a strong Chicago fan base and growing national exposure. My only guarantee is that given the opportunity, I will bring a show. Let's get it rockin.

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Biography

(Artist, Entertainer, Innovator) Upcoming artist and a product of the city of Chicago. A recent graduate of the University of Kansas with a degree in Journalism and Strategic Marketing Communications. I write all of my lyrics and my focus is to bring back the message behind the music-- to tell a story that people can relate to on many different levels. Just lovin' life and doin' it live.

Keep it Cheal y'all.

~Aim High~

Lyrics

Golden Years

Written By: Brian Fraze

Golden Years

Kickin' back with my boys-- get a little drunnn,
Lay out some green-- n' Stooky rolls little blunn,
We Super Smash-- gonna hit it with the Falco Punnch,
We startin early-- man I'm eatin dinner with my lunnch,

It settles in n' we start to get a little blaze,
I'm feelin dizzy-- yeh my life is foggy, in a haze,
Time is flyin, man what happened to our brighter days?
I was just Brian, now the shorty's scream for Mista Fraze.

I lay in bed, late at night and I wonder why,
How is it time, has just crept up on n' passed me by?

A couple months-- then we on our own to face our fears,
But while we here, let's throw one down for the Golden Years.

"This is the song that is gonna make ya wanna shout,
So let it flow, don't hold it in-- let it out,
Time goes fast, soon we gonna have to face our fears,
But while we here, let's throw one down for the Golden Years." (2x)

Golden Years. These are our Golden Years. These are our Golden Years. These are our Golden Years.

A little later and the hunnies start to roll by,
Tilt my cap, shine my kicks-- lookin' real fly,
Clean up the crib-- cuz it's lookin' like a pig sty,
I grab a bottle-- all homies down throw 5,

We rollin' out-- got the sober driver handy,
I'll take ya shot-- even though it taste like candy,
I don't mind-- cuz it makes us feel real dandy,
Name it Austin Powers, yeh we startin to get randddyyy

Stumblin home and we lookin' for the night cap,
Blast some tunes, find yer girl, play some booty tap,
--not too hard or yer bound to get a face slap,
but shake it off-- c'mon girl-- have a little laaaugh

Life's too short, it'll all be gone before ya know,
Can't be stressed, filled with hate-- gotta let it go,
Cuz Ya Only Live Once-- like YOLO
This is our time, it's our Golden Years-- so let it flow.

"This is the song that is gonna make ya wanna shout,
So let it flow, don't hold it in-- let it out,
Time goes fast, soon we gonna have to face our fears,
But while we here, let's throw one down for the Golden Years." (2x)

Golden Years. These are our Golden Years. These are our Golden Years. These are our Golden Years.

(Repeat together 3x)

Fade:
Golden Years. These are our Golden Years. These are our Golden Years. These are our Golden Years.

No Hate (On My Block Remix)

Written By: Brian Fraze

-No Hate (On My Block Remix)-

Born and raised in the Chi,
Where we always lookin fly,
And our dreams are as big as the scrapers in the sky.
Not everybody makes it,
But everybody try,
And when I see them haters hatin’ man it makes me wanna cry.
Ask G-d why,
Why Lord do we hate?
And discriminate—on those who are great?
It makes me irate,
When we fuckin’ with there fate,
We should open up our arms,
Lead’m through that Golden Gate.
But not the bridge man,
I’m from the land of the Fridge man,
Lincoln, Pippen, Jordan—flyin’ high,
Drive-bys, Wise-guys,
And there ain’t no denies that we are the king of pies—
I’m talkin’ deep dish—if ya wish,
We’ll serve it up on a platter,
While we climbin’ to the top on our Chi-Town latter.
Kids slangin’ on the streets and nothin’ makes me sadder,
I’m goin’ crazy, and maybe I’m mad like hatter.
But don’t shake ya head, shed a tear or send pity,
Cuz we all raised tough in the real Gothem City.
This eruption of corruption is movin’ us from grace,
Politicians runnin’ shit like Harvey-2-Face,
Ain’t got no—dark knight, black, white, straight or gay,
Cuz when the winter comes,
We’ll all be livin’ gray.
Rain, sleet or snow, man, we always come to play,
That’s why I love my fuckin’ block,
And I’m thankful for each day—hit it.

“ We don’t need no hate.”

C-to the- H-to-the I-C-A-G-O,
I ain't go sound it because you all already know,
We are the second city, but the origin of flow,
N' there ain't no place for haters so them fools just gotta go

You see us chi-town boys gotta different kinda swagger,
We walk a way & talk a way- got moves like Mick Jagger,
Our kicks are always fresh, n'
we sharper than a dagger,
Ya you can hit us hard but we never gonna stagger-- trip up, step back or fall down,
Cuz when we fire back we gonna put ya in the ground,
Line ya up like Scarface-- I'm talkin Al Capone,
N' stay away from Humboldt Park if you ain't go rep a crown.

Now that's Brutality, with some Midwest mentality,
Reality, you'll find it all- aboard the "L" ya see,
Speakin' free, with the stranger sittin' next me, text ta read, best believe the ladies go be sext'n me.
Can’t ya see? We'll do it all if we try.

The Voicemail

Written By: Brian Fraze

--The Voicemail--

Yo I'm scrolling through my phone- girl just starin' at your name,
Pullin' out my fuckin' hair cuz I hate this fuckin' game,
Yeh, I'm stressin' really hard and I'm fillin' up with blame,
Girl ya got me in a funk-- it's like I'm wakin' up with pain

I love ya laugh and I love ya little smile,
but thinkin' bout ya hurts cuz I ain't seen ya in awhile,
We could really make this work-- so let's just runna lil trial,
Instead ya toss me to the crocs-- yeh, I'm drownin' like the Nile

You see these other girls really ain't my stYooole,
Take they daddy's card n they charge 'em like a rhino,
Hit the spray tan-- cuz they looking' albino
But ladies do ya thing- yeh, what the hell do I know?

Ain't it sad though? That's how love go.
Finally find a Philly and the Philly fucks with my flow?
Take my fuckin' heart and ya string it like a Yoyo,
I'ma call ya Mrs. Claus-- bitch ya actin' like a HoHo

Even though you actin' wack, girl I always gotcha back, that's fact, yeh you are my only choice,
Wanna be there everyday, Put your message on replay, I know it's lame, but I only wanna hear your voice (2x)

Give me the opportunity, for unity,
Girl I'm talkin' you and me, Can't ya see
This could be our destiny--

so I ain't gon' "Let It Be."

-- no disrespect to the Beatles,

I'm cravin' for your love-- lick my finga's like they cheetos,
That's one thing that's for sure-- just like Jersey with its Guido's
Ya cut me really deep-- it's like you like to watch me bleedo
--Gotta veto

--girl stop puttin' me on hold,
I'm tryin' to be supportive but this shit is gettin' old,
Ya dealin me some deuces-- I ain't eva gonna fold,
I'ma bet on me and you, I'll double-down-- I'm feelin' bold

Gotta shape it up-- yeh, go on getcha shit together,
This shit is gettin' Messi-- like we divin' for the header,
Fuck that other dude-- you should stick with me instead'er
Don't wanna hear excuses, cuz you know I'll do it better
You keep pushin' me away-- but I ain't eva gonna letcha

Even though you actin' wack, girl I always gotcha back, that's fact, yeh you are my only choice,
Wanna be there everyday, Put your message on replay, I know it's lame, but I only wanna hear your voice (2x)

Come Baby Come

Written By: Brian Fraze

Sippin goose to get loose-- we got that white boy swaggle
Bottle after bottle-- line 'em up ya gotta gaggle
You can sag them jeans-- but do not left 'em draggle
Find yaaself a hunny yeah-- and watch that booty waggle

I gotta mad flow-- n' all the girls know,--
Paintin' pictures with my words-- like Picasso,
She like my back stroke-- so shorty get low,
We can hit it, while I spit it-- on this dance floor

But she want mo'-- she make my junk grow,
She comin back at least I'm Hope'n it like Solo
No I don't move slow-- Shorty let's go
I'll be cuttin' corner's-- Apollo Oh Nooo-

Gotta step back-- Get back on track,
Can't be dippin' early-- no that shit's wack,
But place ya best bet-- I'll get this queen wet,
So come on ova to ya jack-- n' let me split that

Chorus

Cruisin through the streets-- yeh we couldn't get much higher,
Benny-to-the-Jet-- yeh I'm a PF Flyer,
Pop a lil addy-- so nobody get tired,
Got it all on call-- like a college kid supplier,

But it stops there-- and it aint' fair,
We be pickin' hunnies up--- like it's day care--
Up at Penn State-- give 'em a clean slate,
Uncle Jerry's hittin' prison-- aint' gon walk straight,

Gettin' late now-- it's a soft crowd,
Party really hardy -- now it's time to get down,
Time to make sound-- Panties on the ground,
Betta close the door-- cuz we go get loud.

We go have fun-- we go get some,
I'll make ya bed rock-- Fred Flinstuuun,
I'ma make ya yawn-- work ya til the dawn
So come baby -- come baby -- baby-- come come.

I Want It All

Written By: Brian Fraze

-- I Want It All --

All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it--
All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it all.

I wanna have it all so I'm gunnin for the fame,
I wanna live a life where they callin out my name,
I wanna have a crib that's just fit for all my boys,
and I wanna fill it up with all the hunnies n the toys.

I wanna nice ride just cruise from a-to-b,
Can I get it with that blonde in the passenger seat?
I wanna bring 'er back, ya i wanna make some noise,
but i don't wanna wait so I'ma do 'er in the royce.

I want my own pool so I can kick it in the sun,
Wanna live like Billy Mads-- chase a penguin on my lawn,
I wanna throw it down so all my friends can scream n' shout,
'N I neva wanna sleep, but you know I'm go pass out.

I wanna have a fountain-- that spits Hawaiian Punch,
I wanna ring a bell so Donald Trump can bring my lunch,
I wanna build a tower that would make his own look small,
Come to think, it's safe to say, that I just really want it all.

All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it--
All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it all.

I wanna big jet so I can travel round the globe,
I wanna spaceship with an alien to probe,
I wanna Secretary so I always know the sitch,
I wanna MickeyD's-- you can call me Ritchy Rich.

I wanna come home to a bed that's always full,
Usin' rubbers just like change, so I'm stoppin at the toll,
I wanna place a bet that I know I'll always win,
I wanna be a rebel just like Huckleberry Finn.

I wanna finda girl who can sing like Lauryn Hill, OR I wanna lazy river, when I just need to chill
I wanna roller coaster when I'm seekin out the thrill,
I want floor seats when I hit the UC,
Slap a Five to Derrick Rose when he's tossin' up the three.

I wanna have a boat, where the co-eds come to tan,
Wanna take 'em to the beach n' will get tipsy in the sand,
Wanna watch them booty's bounce, we'll play some volleyball,
Come to think, it's safe to say, that I just really want it all.

All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it--
All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it all.

I want it all, so I'm gunnin' for the top,
I'ma give it all I got n' I aint' ever gonna stop,
I want it all, and this is the final play,
I know that I can do it, cuz I do it everyday

I want it all, so I'm gunnin' for the top,
I'ma give it all I got n' I aint' ever gonna stop,
I want it all, and this is the final play,
So if you want it to, throw ya hands up and just say--

All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it--
All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it all.

All and All and All -- STOP---

All and All and All -- STOP--

All and All and All and All and All and All and All-- Yeah, I want it all.

So Real

Written By: Brian Fraze

-- So Real --

I know I must be dreamin, cuz I've had this dream before,
It's like i'm walking to the entrance, but I can't get through door
I'm startin to get fed up, I can't take this anymore
I wish that I could sleep forever cuz this life is justa bore.

I pinch my arm to my surprise I feel the pain,
Somethin is real different, no this dream is not the same,
I wanna start believin, but I cannot bare the shame,
It's hard to live ya life in silence when ya wanna hear your name.

N' All my life I've had this moment on replay,
It's what keeps me up at night, I lay in bed 'n I just pray,
But could this be my time? Could this finally be my day?
Just then the lights go on, the music starts n' I begin to say

It feels so real but I know I must be Dreamin,
I rub my eyes- I can still hear the crowd screamin,
I'm on the stage n' the lights are on me beamin,
I grab the mic and the music starts to key in. (2x)

The beat drops and the crowd begins to cheer,
I take a bow- i'm out, n' thank 'em all for comin' here,
I don't want it to stop, but I begin to fear,
That i'm going to wake up soon, cuz the morning's gettin' near.

I spin around and I'm backstage with my boys,
We kickin' it and laughin, passin' bottles of our choice,
I thought the show was over, but the crowd's still makin' noise
they callin' for a final song, ya they wanna hear my voice.

They roll the track, I tilt my hat n' tap my heel,
I'm savoring this moment, like I'd savor my last meal
I know when I wake up this will be gone- cuz that's the drill,
But lord explain I'm just dreamin, why's it feel So Real?

It feels so real but I know I must be Dreamin,
I rub my eyes- I can still hear the crowd screamin,
I'm on the stage n' the lights are on me beamin,
I grab the mic and the music starts to key in. (2x)

Wings Clipped (Angels Gotta Fly)

Written By: Brian Fraze feat' Jocelyn Buchanan

Wings Clipped (Angels Gotta Fly)
by Brian Fraze

When I look into the night, I see your face and wonder why my baby left so early, spread her wings n hit the sky-- angels gotta fly. (2x)

I know this helpless man, He's doin' everything he can,
But he cannot understand, why his shit has hit the fan

You see his wife, the girl he gave his life,
Is gettin' pretty sick n' it stings him like a knife

He wants to help, he wants to take away her pain,
But there's nothin' he can do, yeh there's nothin' he can say,
There's no way to escape, It's like his life has led astray,
So he puts his hands together late at night n he just pray,

Prayin for a better day, prayin for a better night,
I know it happens, but why'd it have to be my wife?
The only person in this world who can bring him light.
He's trapped up in a tunnel now darkness as his only sight.

He spent his life dedicated to his love,
N though he tries to hold her down, she just keeps floatin' up above,

His feet are on the ground, he wants to join her in the sky,
but knows he's gotta let her go, cuz angels really gotta fly.

CHORUS
When I look into the night, I see your face and wonder why my baby left so early, spread her wings n hit the sky-- angels gotta fly. (2x)

Where do you turn? Yeh what lesson do ya learn?
When ya handed with a fate that ya know you didn't earn.

What should ya do?-- Don't wanna face the truth,
The Reeper's knockin' atcha door, but the knockin' aint for you

Ya try to tune 'em out-- but the knockin's gettin' louder,
Ya try to fight 'em off-- but he ain't leavin' without her

His hands are tied n he's dyin deep inside,
He don't wanna show the pain so he just swallows up his pride,

They hit 'em with the truth, yeh they tell him it's inevitable,
They hit 'em with the odds, yeh in Vegas wouldn't be bet-able,
The cards are on the table, but on her he ain't go EVER fold,
He listen's to his heart, because he feels that it's more credible,

N' that's incredible, the power of the human soul,
it really is so beautiful to see the limits it will go,
Her time is comin' thought he knew, but he din't really know,
the tears are runnin', let 'em out-- Homie let 'em flow.

CHORUS
When I look into the night, I see your face and wonder why my baby left so early, spread her wings n hit the sky-- angels gotta fly. (2x)

Now ever since she passed he's starin' in a broken mirror,
It reflects a broken man, yeh that image couldn't be clearer
Was there somethin' more to do? Yeh Another path to steer her?
He wants to hold her hand, he'd give it all just to be near her.

He's fillin' up with blame, but he's empty in his chest,
The hole is gettin' deeper, he just wants to get some rest,

He wants to sleep-- yeh he wants to count some sheep,
But he's gotta a wolf inside 'em and it really wants to eat,

The more it eat, the more the hole is gettin' deeper,
N' the deeper that he digs, he's diggin' closer to the Reeper,
He's on a steep slope n' the slope is gettin' steeper,
Thinks his baby's at the bottom, ain't no way that he can keep her.

But he can see her-- for a minute, maybe even less,
To him it's worth just to even hear just half her breath,
He takes his life, but he smiles as the sun does set,
He knows he's goin home-- he's goin to his Juliet.

When I look into the night, I see your face and wonder why my baby left so early, spread her wings n hit the sky-- angels gotta fly

[Break]

When I look into the night, I see your face and wonder why-- I wonder why, I wonder why, I wonder why-- Angels gotta fly.

Discography


**WELCOME BACK VIDEO**
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=08PQ6V0O6wA

**NO HATE OFFICIAL VIDEO**
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0LaC6a-YVpA&list=PLE5163487BE88B2EC&index=1&feature=plpp_video

**WHISTLE (ReFraze'd) OFFICIAL VIDEO**
https://vimeo.com/50778045

Set List

1. Aim High
2. Whistle (ReFraze'd)
3. Welcome Back
4. North Ave.
5. No Hate
6. So Fine
7. This Place
8. Poetic Romance
9. Chain of Love
10. I Want It All
11. Feet Up
12. Where Is The Love?

[Set List Altered Depending by the time of the set]