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the father I should be
'Cause I left my fuckin' fam for
These Rihannas on the beach
And now I see the devil made
A casket just for me
And I don't really know

(G Money) skrrt
Yeah ayy

I'll get you First 48'd
Broad light of day'd
Took off in a spaceship, I'm back now
Ayy, I park the strikers all adjacent

won't take a
Single day to myself
People coming for a favor
While I'm hanging myself
Momma's step father was beefing
While I'm raising myself
Baby momma

Poor days, it was me and Old Wayne
Till I got my hands on a dinner like sorbet
Couldn't write a sixteen
I turned my bid into a teen
If that grub came

love and say nothing is wrong
I'll carry your bones wherever
Bring your dusty dread keep me with you
Hold me and stay forever

Hey, sing with me
Father

I'll be a spinner
And I'll book him a cabby, yeah
Had a long day, want one, two joints
Pickin' up girls, don't drop two points
When I do tour, man

Take the hit
I might as well lose my head
Still don't know what to say
I don't know what to say
I'm talkin' to myself on a doomsday

Every day it

Mother, I've done all my homework
But I still don't feel right
I watched how the night killed the day
Still I didn't feel right
Is there a place

and the rain
So switch off your new computers for the writing's on the wall
We're leaving as our fathers did before
Take a look at Dublin airport or the boat

There was a girl who rode a bike, and her father held the seat
And ran for his life right behind
And when he was sure she wouldn't know, sometimes

It was a wet and slishy-slushy winter day
When the strangers came to stay
A man in black from head to toe with a lady by his side
I knew she was

Everybody got a bad day
But we got so many 
Clouds moving to the north way
Like your heart lately
Scorching sun and hot wind getting colder, getting

to Flit
My type of fatherhood was different
I moved to Brix´
And with the money that I generated
I emigrated from the day I left London
I swore I´d fix all

hala lela

Hohadi Messiah
Tsela moya o hala lela
Messiah oh Messiah
O tsela moya o hala lela

Our father who arts in heven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy

Feel like the hardest sent
Let's raise our babies
Treat our ladies like our fathers meant
I'm talking kings and queens
You talking crap and cook
I

the cats now-a days is super wack
Under pressure I was feelin' the heat
Took it back to basic
Did some shit for the street
Spit for my life cause my son

My name is Kreel and I serve my Lord Bezrael
Son of Chezaquill father of all Nephilim
From the Abyss of Pain he resurrected me
I went back

momma keep strugglin'
Had to be a father to us too
Not the best life, but she tried so it's cool
They looking out for me since I was
Old enough to stand

body feel wrong about

Moving out i had my doubts
But a boy must become a man of the house

Life only seems down for the day
I know this feeling will

guns in both palms
And if you not strong
Take a look in my eyes, and see
If you can learn from my life, my life
Come take a ride with me
A day in

that love goes
Since you been gone we been coming strong
I'm finna put you on, my nigga welcome home

I just met my father for the first time
Him being

(amen)

So you and I, we talk a little
About the themes and all the thinking
Then I die a little
Whatever happened about honoring thy father
Mother honor

praise the day that porn began
Loser wins a Kewpie doll
Not-the-father Maury dance
Saddle spin apple sins kings that cry
Ousted by the clergy we're not

It’s the bad old days
When young ladies are possessions
And they haven’t any agency
Decision nor discretion
And we’ve got the choicest one
Right