Lyrics:
care where we go.
Take me there, take me I just want to go.
My father's hair has turned to grey now. I never stopped to ask him why.
And all
Intro-
My father who watches over
The creator this is your son
Continue to bless me
An entity as you have always done
Continue to guide me
I repent
trash by own father
Family on my ass but Ian give damn I just went harder
They say I'm disrespectful y'all can suck my dick just to take it further
Y'all
don't see no crime
There's problems, I pull up on a bike, I'm on Deebo time
I tried to ask my father to help me, told me I need to grind
Your funeral
bomber, coma, armor, slay you cause you lacking honor
Stop your crying, ain't nothing go bring back your father
He drowned in a harbor, killed by a bunch
own pace
this how I feel (how I feel)
Ask me what I’m doing yo
I’m just tryna let em know
Did you hear what they said bout me
Young and free he
never too late to tell Him
Father I'm sorry... uh
When was the last time you went on your knee
And ask God for what you want according to His will
His
you where I been
Tell them run n' hide
She tries so hard
Just to get older
To see the world through her father's eyes
The fields were so big
And hearts
the Holy Spirit
I ask that you bind every demon spirit
Every lying spirit
Every principality
And power of darkness
In Jesus name I pray
Amen
Tongues
In
weight in gold
And that's a decent dowry, don't you see?
And I mean to go and ask her just as soon as I get bold
If she'll come and have an eye for me
Connecting them to each other 'til they started to resemble blank canvases
By this time I was an artist so
I just started to see these pictures, these real
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly
You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow,
Chains get tucked when he walk by, hawk eye
Arrows bein' fired from crossbow, I talk fly
You can't Etcha-sketch all my rhyme threat
Try to bite my flow,
goin' under
And you wonder, why I pat you on your head, smile
Look in your eyes and thank the lord for my child
Meanwhile, somethin' I gotta show you
Why I pat you on yo' head and smile
Look in yo' eyes and thank the lord
For my child meanwhile
There's somethin' I gotta show you
And I
daughter she beautiful
She gone be the one
I seen the look up in her eyes
And they beautiful I could cry
She don’t know why her father
Resting in the sky
I
Wronge
But I'm trying to live it right
Could be here in the morning
Then you gone by tonight
Overnight celebrity
I'm dreaming every night
And everything
your daughter,"
"I'm here to see her mother and father,"
I could see it in her father's eyes, his heart was full of hatred, so hostile
When he spoke, I
Boxing w these boxers that are demons in my soul
Thinking it was cool, not knowing that I was cold
I was farther from the father I thought would father
But all the hurt yet to be felt
The card I was dealt
But by your smile assume that you're three
In two years that's the beginning
You'll see what I mean
purpose
No I aint ready to die
I be up all night till you see blood in my eyes
Cause there's no getting by
Look there's no better
I said it's no better
from father's tank, the taste of frothy piss
Ask my soup father, he went to soup war
Killed a soup village, soup medal of honour
It was there he claimed,
home
I'm just a dad
But one day you will hear your
Father's call
Be sure to stay humble
He'll teach you all things
By the Spirit found in Christ
Jesus
can discern what a man is worth father
Open up these eyes, I want to cry for what you cry for
Strive for what you strive for, live for what you died for
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