Lyrics:
[Chorus - Kokane]
If you lived my life
You would straight commit suicide
If you look into my eyes of my life
You would straight commit suicide
Thinking about it I overdose this is too much, OD, D as in death, put an X in that O, quantity dos, like cartoon Eyes, woke up sore to realize,
a vibe
You ain't even on her mind boy I do this all the time
she ask herself inside
Do I really love this guy?
I see the proof in her eyes boy she's done
turned to stone
Mother, your mother, asks this pain to quell
Promise, we promise, we just want to know you're well"
She ran it by the singing choir
A special, special, special dedication… Charlie James Roldan… Charlie Jam… this is Charlie’s Jam…
(Verse 1)
These are words from a father to a son…
like if my father was here he would be near
Why everybody looking I'm in the clear
Had to tell myself real men don't cry
You can see the pain up in my
shout out to the folks who don't get it
One time for my single fathers
That's the shit I can stand by
One time for them working mamas
Get your paper, girl
my eyes and pray to lose em silence all intruders
Father bring me through the darkness death is always looming
Help me raise and bear the fruit
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
you make a boy become
More than just his father's son
Fight and crawl, climb and fall, stand tall on your knees
That's how you make a man like me
my face red as hell
Never cry but you can watch
My eyes leak
Heart so cold
That you can put my heart in the fire
And it still wouldn't melt me
Choices
Everybody love you when you're popping
Everybody want you when you're popping
Enter club everybody popping
Dem go ask you say what's popping
Ki ló
I was lured by the rocking horse
Sweets and the bualadh bos
Fifty wild boys to a room
Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon
Black
to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
thing
"Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
Know that we'll always be forever
Moment in time, moment in time"
Safaree safaree
Do you have any regrets?
something so opulent
That's God, he works in so many different people lives we forget their occupation
Cause I'm the eyes of the Father, we all work for
little that the righteous have
Is better than riches attain
By the wicked
Though these times
Are evil and bad
These ya eyes never seen
The righteous
Everyday I get requested by a fake page
All this time be on ya hands, better make wage
All these pussies wanna play, need to stay safe
You can go and tell ya
yeah..)
This is how we gone do it, I want you to explain your story
Then I'mah tell you mine, tell 'em
(Uh, can't ask for any more.. more...)
Tell 'em
But anyway
Your advice is needed
I'm 22 years old,
With a beautiful daughter,
By a dead beat who wouldn't give a quarter to support her
My money
ain't no chicken took the Faster route
Call me when they ask about who Gon pop
Who that young smooth nigga pullin Up drops
Ima tell em ima make it
So bitch don't ask me what I pray for
I've seen enough demons to cover earth 26 times around the sun
So by default the son is real or life is stable
First time I walked in I knew this was no ordinary lay-in
Shopped by my bro, econ prof's rollin' in the dough
In center of Stockbridge
Where
quick--
Perhaps you know what I would have you know--
I wish you for my wife. I fain would prove
A father to your children: I do think
They love me
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