Lyrics:
Tricycle
Daddy never gave me nothin'
Momma never gave me nothin' (ride)
Daddy never gave me nothin'
Momma never gave me nothin' (switch it)
Sorry i
Tricycle
Daddy never gave me nothin'
Momma never gave me nothin' (ride)
Daddy never gave me nothin'
Momma never gave me nothin' (switch it)
Sorry i
green stuff
Provided to you by sack man
Pacman how in the fuck do you think we gon' do that, man?
Ridin' round Old National on eighteens without no
a lover Girl
Take your clothes off
It get hot in the summer girl
Daddy's coming home it's been Way Too long
Still get turned on
By your voice on my phone
Hey baby it’s a quarter to nine
Your daddy says he wants you home on time
You say maybe baby we should stay
Don’t wanna have to wait for another day
breasts so I could titty fuck while she do
My taxes for the IRS
So I could just relax, shit, by now I'm blessed
I'm her daddy, I'm her messiah, I'm god
because daddy was a poet, right?
Talk all you want I'm taking no advice
Nigga, I'm 'bout to relish in this anguish
And I'm stressing over payment, so
home to mom and me|Let us wake up Christmas morning, and find him standing by our tree|You can pick him up on your way, he could ride there in your
got crazy on the side lately, tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy
This dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, hey-hey
This dance is
For Mummy, Daddy, Grandma
Grandpa and the kids
First you jump, jump-jump-jump
Then you
But the years went by
And every possible potential boyfriend she took home
Oh, they said he was wrong, said he was wrong
One was too old and another too
knowing
When we looked back, it feels like home
On the 7th of July
You'd write wishes with your daddy
When u look up high
All the bamboo shoots were
the measures of society today
And I guess that's what you wanted anyway
Everybody's got it all, the food is on the table, daddy's coming home
Oh I wanna be
worth
Your daddy was wrong
He should have told you how awesome you are
Made you think you're the smartest by far
You'd have made yourself tough by
Bill and I got married following our first born
Daddy left this gas & convenience store just before he died
And I was only nineteen when I had my
Hey little girl is your daddy home
Did he go away and leave you all alone
I got a bad desire
I'm on fire
Tell me now baby is he good to you
you talk to me
Just kick me out the house if you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
by the kitchen door
That you're not coming home no more
Daddy told me you get what's coming to you or
I don't know what I did so wrong to cause
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
like me
Hands on your knees
Go and do as daddy please
She's A balenciaga baby
She gone get it by any means
Hands on your knees
Go and do as daddy please
One day I took your tiny hand
Put your finger in the wedding band
Your daddy gave a piece of land
We laid ourselves the best of plans
Forty years go by
Man fuck this shit, yo, I'm going the fuck home
World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road
I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan
Time for me
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
be calling you home
Calling
Do the rain dance
Down by the bay
Do the rain dance
Chrissie
You have a brother Jimi Ray
You have a sister Jessica
You
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