Lyrics:
killing the former
The Holy reformer that's word to my father
That's word to my father
I adore your patience
I illuminate with grace
We probably can't
flashes by
Mom's tired, dad's fired, all they ever do is fight
And a bullet's headin' for you, as your life flashes
My father's Father told my father what
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
and that's where I wanna be
Praising your name for eternity
(And thank you for being my father)
Our Father which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name (hallowed
You side in this fight with the enemy that got you by the throat,
You Open 'em spiritual doors
Empty your mind, let 'em have your souls
These beings
they wanna bring down the R
Damn, this is breaking my heart (my heart)
'Cause from fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters
I am part of the music
And honestly sometimes, I wanna tell people
“Don’t tell me I’m a good father when you don’t know anything about me”
Fun loving daddy and son pictures
to get somewhere that's real and pure and true and eternal"
"Toby can you go with your boy?"
"Let's go"
Father God, I am clay in your hands
Help me
life
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged by 12
Fuck 12, before I tell, I'll take a .38 shell
I'd rather be carried by 6 before I'm judged
some "Bro, can you get me on the guest list?" bad boys
And then they wanna get up in your club and start flexing bad boys
Give me the crown, man, I
I wanna give her biscottis
She's a little french vanilla whore and I know that she's a shawter
Yeah she wants a father
Luke I ain't your father
Take
ain’t the father for the race
His skin just lacks traction
A good white father is still worse
Than a bad Black one!
That same skin is needed
Your presence
Happy late father's day
It's like ten o' clock, I'm headed home, I did a lot today
I ain't tryna fight, not in the mood, I told her not today
of waitin'
These industry niggas startin' to get outta hand
Like I won't find your whereabouts by stompin' 'em out ya man (what?)
We killin' New York, even
feelings
I'm feeling as distant as Mount Olympus
FYI that's why I disappear when a song is done by I
Cuz when I write I wanna cry
I wanna fight
Yea boy, rap
The father's gonna hold you
The father's gonna hold you
The father's gonna hold you
Yeah, yeah
We want you here, don't end your life
You're gonna be alright, I
You're selling out souls but I care about mine
I've got to get stronger, and I won't give up the fight
With such confusion, don't it make you wanna
do on the bench? I mean
Hamilton
No one has more resilience
Or matches my practical tactical brilliance
Hamilton
You wanna fight for your land
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
but I care about mine
I've got to get stronger and I won't give up the fight
With such confusions don't it make you wanna scream?
Make you wanna
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
a father in your life... I want you to stand up and sing this part right here)(Hey)
Tell em!
[Bridge:]
Ain't nothing gonna break me down (Yes sir)
Father like son yea
Look here little boy I don't wanna catch you up In these streets
Look here little boy cus the color of your skin you have to hustle
danced to your songs we like you
And you don't really wanna step inside no mic booth (uh-huh)
come on now, you know the white boy'll bite you
I hurt
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