Lyrics:
him by
And the things that he never owned
Everyone has and he has not
So he lives in a world of his own
He cries, he lies
He's cool, he's kind
He heads
to play
The games that daddies play
I know you need and want his love
But son, you're the victim of
Another kind of games that daddies play
your money
[Cee-lo]
Check it, baby
So ghetto like hot fries
I come from Melvin and resemble
Twenty-twenty with his blood shot eyes, got thirty-two
Bring me back all the money you make.
You gotta rub my body with sweet scented oil,
Cool me with a 'lectric fan,
Run to the church
Fall down on your
got a trouble starter, inside his hand
My man Eric Blam said stop on the cops
And then what the Blam said, you're sure to get shot
Now they ignore me
Grandma used to pray out loud
By her bed every night
To me it sounded like mumbling
Like she was out of her mind
She said, "Boy this kind
all kinds of weather, as long as we're together
I love to hear you say my name
I like good wine and fine cuisine
And candle light, I like the scene
upon life's stormy sea.
Forgiven by the love of God, a love that will remain,
I gave my life and soul the night the Saviour called my name.
Can’t do this all, no use in helping, you would come rescue me,
Somehow your love will set me free
Now, I can let my life pass me by, can’t get
to know that tonight, I *love* him anyway. Because I've got love in my heart, and I'm not afraid of the fact that he turned this into some kind of zoo up
mama had some faith to give
And they brought him to her and his mama named him Vance
He was sick a long time then
I used to sit by him
I'd rub his
1 ton lift kit
Straight pipe sound of it
K&N intake
Hear her breathe
Nice set of sneakers
Pull up to the bleachers
A little Eric Church
Is all I
to play
The games that daddies play
I know you need and want his love
But son, you're the victim of
Another kind of games that daddies play
on
D'you think he wants his little loved one gone?
I love you baby, more than you'll ever know
More than you'll ever know
When I wasn't makin' too
she smiles,
There's something peculiar
Going on.
So through no fault of my own
I'm stuck here to carry the can.
Embarrassed, uncertain, marooned.
but the Glock 10 was by the bed
I'll give my gun to India before I put it in your hand (man, what?)
I lost bro, I can't be happy 'til we creep up
Six foot six he stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down
To his knees by love
You were making me dreamy
Stunned by a love got to do what your head says
Could not let it stop me
They got one leaving today
And it's going away
You were making me dreamy
Stunned by a love got to do what your head says
Could not let it stop me
They got one leaving today
And it's going away
all the girls go by
He finds your body kind of appealing
So he hits you with his favorite line, yes
He's looking you over
He whispers, "Let's get
a dark place with humility and grace
Peace, love, and positivity was my nativity
But now when socials are in my vicinity
I'm not runnin' from
your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts
I'm sure that I won't be
Your first or your last
I'm sure I'm just one of many
You are the kind that would make a man ask
Does she love me or this
I'm sure that I won't be your first or your last.
I'm sure I'm just one of many.
You are the kind that would make a man ask,
"Does she love me
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