Lyrics:
Montreal.
He caught his daughter
In the blouse by the light
And he said to himself:
"She looks all right!"
And he reached for a tit
And grabbed it tight
Spirit on all flesh
(We won't move until we feel Your touch)
Pour out Your Spirit on all flesh
(The young and old, Your sons and daughters)
Pour out Your
remembered by your son, uh, yeah
To be remembered by generations to come
You a fool
You won't be remembered by your son
Nonsense, nonsense
I said
childrens in our speeches. I love how your daughter makes stand up my only son i see how your daughter sweating in front of my son. But why if i touch your
know your love is unconditional
If I'll have a family
A daughter or a son
I hope I will love them like my mom
If I'll have a family
A daughter or a son
I
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
on a shelf
Dream for everyone, but not yourself
I've heard of God the Son and God the Father
I'm still looking for a God for the daughters
Girl, don't be
built a house, nigga get your own shit
I only love it when her hair long
You should listen to this beat through my headphones
See y'all niggas
Hit
about your son.
My son, yeah well, he took care of me. He's took care of mefor a long, he still takes care of me.
And she takes good, and
she takes care
and daughters see
You're moving here, you're moving now
Pour your Spirit out and we'll testify
Sons and daughters sing
Pour it out, pour it out
Holy Spirit
Beautiful Black mothers, you raised so many of us
They built abortion clinics by your house to take you from us
Beautiful Black fathers, I know your back
gonna be
Breakin' that door down soon
So gather your horses
Your daughters and your sons
Ridin' to the desert
Let's run
Gather your horses
Your daughters
Hook:
I hope my daughter don’t hate me like her Momma did
I don’t
I hope my son wants to be like his Daddy one day
When he gets grown
Hope I’m
Yeah, my baby gon be the son of a hustla
My daughter, she gon know how to come up
Through this cold world, turn it to summa
My fam gon be related
swallow can never be too sure
Fuck that bitch like a tic-tac-toe
If you get to close imma stomp your throat
Imma son in law for like 7 foes
Imma shoot my
your words
You'll grow like me, like father like daughter
Like father like son, you're both still the one
So forget about all the things that hurt you
tongue
Now my hope is that the next time I'll see you's with God's Son
And we'll eternally share words fluently strung
Following your hearse down the road
naked
No fakin'
I want your hot love
You want a baby
I want a daughter
You want a son like me
I want your hot love
You want a baby
I want a daughter
Build an ark head for the open water
Save your sons and your daughters
Build an ark
Build an ark when the storm is ended
You'll know the world
That daughter she's a diamond
Treasured by the King of kings
She don't need to be invited
Cause she's always got a seat
And her face is always
the heli-
Shawty, that's what I do, I'm gettin stacks of this on accident
My daughter's 5 what's that mean?
My daughter's daughter is already rich
I'm
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he
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