Lyrics:
Call me son and suck my dick
Feeling all the shame with the same interactions
Feeling all the guilt that was built from reactions
Never had traction,
a father to son (nigga sit down)
Sit down let me tell you 'bout your fatherless sons
How they grew to be men and father they sons
Father they daughters
good anyway
With all my grumblin
I've never added seconds to the day and I'm
Trying to keep my head up toward the horizon
Sooner or later
The Son He will
from a BITCH I never met! (oh!)
I'm gettin' sued by my own family member (what?)
All cause my dog bit her
And she was the one who walked up and put
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
In Bruton town there lived a farmer
Who had two sons and one daughter dear.
One told his secrets to no other,
but to his brother this he said,
then hit, then flight
We know the rules nigga, live by none
Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son
Yeah Gangsters don't live that long
That's
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
home with too little pay
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
She was the daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me, "That son of a Saginaw
sit down and tell my mama
That that's no way to get along
These low down women, mama, they treated your, aww, poor son wrong
Mama, treated me wrong
with too little pay.
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
as the manifestation of the sons of God or S.O.G
And as many that do receive him, to them, he gave power to become the sons and daughters
Of the almighty
How exciting
..
Wash it off, here
You suddenly arranged your daughter's wedding all too soon. what's it, Meenakshi ?
I told you to wait 'til my son comes back from
with too little pay.
I loved a girl in Saginaw, Michigan
The daughter of a wealthy, wealthy man
But he called me that son of a Saginaw fisherman
Goodwill loves me Macklemore than you
I've got flat screen TVs, with skate videos on repeat
All the latest CDs, mp3s, and Beats by Dre
Thank you very
[Intro]
Well this one reaching out to all the leaders, and the media,
Well this is Rodney Price aka Bounty Kiler,
The leader for Poor People
your missiles
Ending all the wars
Came to lift up the poor before God opens up the floor to consume the demons and cook em in the lake of fire
My foes
Vicious hunger, thirst of Aries men, streaming down the hills and felling all growing things in your path. And they grow, slender and fair, daughters
colder
Feeling like life is over, these snakes strike like a cobra
The world's hot, my son got knocked
Evidently, it's elementary, they want us all gone
Now, should I slit my wrists? Go for it all or call it quits?
Picture me taking my life, leaving my wife and my daughter, shit
Wish I could slip back,
up, how they treat us Geto Boys and girls
The doctors tried to resuscitate, it was too late
I got a daughter named Kain and a son named Blank
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