Lyrics:
out our conversation
Let Your light reflect on me
I promise I'm not hiding anything
It's water
We are water
Pure as water
Like a newborn daughter
She's pissed that she had to wait
And my excuse not to call
It never worked at all
Time to wake up
Where's your daughter?
Hurts to break up
She
standing big toe
Yoga changed my mind in how I view the world
Not just a day to day grind, no more looking forward
Instead I look out, or up to the sky
In
Oh Daughter, dear Daughter,
Take warning from me
And don't you go marching
With the N-A-A-C-P.
For they'll rock you and roll you
And shove you
Mothers, hide your daughters
Love's cheap
Look at the smile on their faces
Oh, ho
Blind, leadin' the blind, leading the blind
Hey, hey, hey
I'm tired
Shoutout to Dallas, my bitch is a star
Nigga get rich, better take it to war
Piss on your casket, shoot at your broad
Do you somethin' nasty, roll you in
him in my dreams
He comforts me when I can’t sleep”
Father of the fatherless
Be with your sons and daughters this Christmas
This Christmas
Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, you rolling river
Oh Shenandoah, I love your daughter
Away, I'm bound away
'Cross the wide Missouri
Oh Shenandoah,
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
of nothing better
Yoga flame the block stay scorching
All burned up now your momma mourning
Never lacking I'm up in the earliest morning
Acid rain it's
have spoke
So much water, you've got daughters
I fell out of the boat
Oh no, not you again
Fucking up my life
It was bad the first time
I can't
name is Mr. Shady
Children, quiet down please
Brian, don't throw that (shut up)
Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out
you up
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage
And woke my sleeping demons up
You were not yet born
When my career began in '59
gambling man love this gambling man
Daughter oh dear daughter what makes you treat me so
To leave your dear old Mama and with that gambler go
Mother, oh
year
It's not a verse, it's a curse from birth, and what's on your person over here?
This is Obie, hear him clear
Niggas beware, I'm comin' at you
To meet your god on high
They'll be riding
He will not pass you by
Well he's riding at every door
Well you are ready and low
You got to meet your death one
"But, daddy, I love him
I'm having his baby"
No, I'm not, but you should see your faces
I'm telling him to floor it through the fences
No, I'm not
To remake the young flyer
Yes we must define his high desire
Stand erect and not detect
The anythings that we could not admire
From a long
anyways, F it, what's been up? Man, how's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call
of being told that he's the lucky one
Caped crusader, she's a newborn leader
But you should see her when her daughter's on the phone
And she wipes
the offsprings from his daughters and sons
A family reunion (gonna have)
A family reunion (ooh, ooh)
Family reunion
(It's so nice to come together) to come
You really wanna try it
Experiment on me
Experiment on me
Experiment on me
Experiment on me
Lock up your sons, make way for the daughters
You be
My own love said to me
"My mother won't mind.
And my daughters won't slight you
For your lack of kind".
He went away from me
And this he
fisherman"
And not good enough to ever claim his daughter's hand
That's why I'm up here in Alaska looking around for gold
Like a crazy fool I'm a digging in
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