Lyrics:
up on the letter
I miss you daddy cause now I'm grown
times are getting hard when your daddy's never home
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm sorry little mija
Tere pyaar ki le jagah kaun
Daddy besabar Bewajah nai
(HOOK)
This is the letter to my unborn daughter
Daddy's writing for you, my angel
Can't say, how
a handsome man'
Remarks Widow Callahan
Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Haven't spoken since '98
Just said, 'Hello'
It's a good day to let it go
So let
nice
And you're daddy's little girl.
You're the treasure I cherish, so sparkling and bright
You were touched by the holy and beautiful light
Like
wanna be a star
And buy a hundred guitars
Eat everything I can bite
I wanna feel a little danger
Feel a little stranger
Angel city tonight
I got
wanna be a star
And buy a hundred guitars
Eat everything I can bite
I wanna feel a little danger
Feel a little stranger
Angel city tonight
I got
a sigh
When they know little Joe's passing by
Sometimes the cabin's gloomy and the table's bare
Then he'll kiss me and it's Christmas everywhere
Mama taught us how to sing in harmony
Grandma used to stomp her foot and slap her knee
I can still hear daddy singin'
Down by the old mill stream
that he don't compare to me
Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security
It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash
Take your little freestyle
Angels in my city right
Angels in my city huuh
Ah ah aha ah ah ah
We might be feeling low but one day we’ll fly high
Angels in my city right
Angels
suit is a handsome man
Remarks widow Callahan
Uncle Joe and Uncle Jake
Haven't spoken since '88
Just said Hello
It's a good day to let it go
So
were to tell you
There's a fresh third part out there?
Which was found by a hip, new prophet
Who had a little
Donny Osmond flair
Have you heard
on like a vice
I growled
I grunted
I roared
Because my little vixen knew how to handle me
In this moment
I was hers for the taking
She whispered
Daddy I
little girl
You may have been made in Heaven
But you ain't no angel
You ain't no angel
You're coming on strong, you're coming on heavy
want to mess
Katy, little lady, and I love her
And you might have heard of daddies who would dote upon their girls
Who get wrapped around their fingers by the tossing
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
(Mary had a little lamb)
That's a fib, she had two twins though
And one crib
Now she's only fourteen, what a start
But this defect is ground
Daddy's little girl well she can't be fooled
You won't rock her world by acting cool
Your best shot
She'll leave ya dead on the spot
Neon queen
feelin' love down to my toes
And we were swingin' (swinging)
Yeah we were swingin' (swinging)
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when
He was born in the middle of a raging stormThey held
him by the fire just to keep him warmThe Cheakamus
wind was driving through the snowSo his daddy
of a chump
Now she's mad at the world, no more daddy's little girl
Now she's rockin bandanas, no more Shirley Temple girl
Now she be runnin wit some
here
Whoa, whoa, everybody's dreaming big
Whoa, whoa, everybody's just getting by
That's how it goes in every day America
A little town with a great big
Mama taught us how to sing in harmony
Grandma used to stomp her foot
And slap her knee
I can still hear daddy singin'
Down by the old mill stream
just a little bit of guidance
See your daddy made music in the past
See your daddy's at the top of his class
See your daddy lived calm with a mask
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