Lyrics:
(Woah)
My grandchildren (My grandchildren)
My grandchildren (My grandchildren)
My grandchildren (My grandchildren)
Woah
Woah (Woah)
Oh yeah (Oh
I love it when I go by the merry-go-round
Together with my grandchildren we are sitting so tight
The swaying round and round makes me feel so light
Grandchildren, grandchildren
Do you know how much we love you
You might have kids, well I do
And my partner she's got them too
They're all apples
bring my grandchildren with me
Whether grandchildren by blood or water rippling
I ain't no millionaire's son
I just see a million paths to victory, choose
Gather-me-grandchildren if you love a good mystery
Gather-me-grandchildren for a little church history
It's 2044
You're avoiding our
on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin
And tell our grandchildren
About the time I called this guy
It was four in the morning
To teach me
day they gon mention me with the greats
My great grandchildren gon own real estate
I’m gon pass the plate
Pass it till you ate
We gon celebrate
Aye, aye
on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren
About the time I called this Guy it was four in the morning
Teach me the words
Ain’t no shame in the fame
Ain’t no fame for those who died in vain
Ain’t no shame in the chains
If you don’t mind your grandchildren’s pain
Ain’t no
Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
And their great grandchildren will tell
I'll
your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
Change your words into truths
And then change that truth into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
And their great grandchildren will tell
I'll
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live
of the town
His songs and his poems of failure
His songs and his poems of failure
For his grandchildren can't see the glory
For his grandchildren can't see
into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
And their great-great grandchildren will tell
I'll be loving you
Until the rainbow burns
fuckin' grandchildren probably gon' be hoes (Damn)
[C:] That mean my great great great great grandchildren
gon' have bitches (& they gon' have hoes) fa
fuckin' grandchildren probably gon' be hoes (Damn)
[C:] That mean my great great great great grandchildren
gon' have bitches (& they gon' have hoes) fa
into love
And maybe our children's grandchildren
And their great-great grandchildren will tell
I'll be loving you
Until the rainbow burns
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live
children all around me.
I've got grandchildren.
I've got great grandchildren.
I've got great great great great grandchildren.
Too many for me
your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew
In the year of '39 came a ship in from the blue
grandchildren's corpses will rot
Fuck a hoe
I'd rather have money and a multiple round spitting glock
Four mansions with multiple cars investing my chips in stock
fuckin' grandchildren probably gon' be hoes (Damn)
[C:] That mean my great great great great grandchildren
gon' have bitches (& they gon' have hoes) fa
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