Lyrics:
sent your fairy ass to military class
Now your moms gettin sceamed on by your dad
Like we shoulda had a daughter instead of a fag
This the last time
(Game is over)
Bringing the heat and fuck about a solar (Fuck about a solar)
FRAT is the gang the gang that fuck your daughter (Fuck your daughter
We don't need to fear
What we don't know
You are calling us by name
Oh we are your sons
We are your daughters
Jesus kings of kings
You have made a way
of euthenic theories have been retitled
To be digested by the masses, I smash kids with verbals
Gortex through your chest causing incidental murders
Of weak
dimension you have giving us
Abundant grace
For sons and daughters of the living God
This is my place
Where material doesn't matter anymore
Where we live by
know You but so the world will know You are God
Let fire come the world is awaiting our manifestation
Sons and daughters of God and this is our heart cry
Just keeps reminding us of the struggles
They start pulling up pictures
Of us getting hit
By dogs and firehoses and all that
You know like, my daughter
and on
That could mean a number of things
And that could lead us down a couple roads
We got the sink that drowns
We got the beef by pounds
Join my daughter's
to have perished by your crime.
O how much evil the wicked Zephyrus has brought
upon my kingdom, unless you spare us!
MELIA:
O divine Power, don't think
the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack
the picture
Now your son is bigger, 13, but just like you
Moms said I would grow up and be just like you
From what you did to my sister she disliked you
to say we did it for the better, oh
I saw you there so unaware
Those hummingbirds all in your hair
Elementary, son, but it's soul
The disrepair
made of gold
As if your life depends upon it
Swim
For the sake of all your sons and daughters
Because they are the ones you love
In the clutch
for real
Never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologize a trillion times
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh), I am for real
Never meant to make your daughter
I extent my grace and my faith, just open your ears and gon listen
By the power that reside in me, I call the dead to return to liven
By the power
as the prize
When you were at your darkest
He breathed out light
Son and daughter
You are precious in his sight
Son and daughter
Your past has lost its fight
Let
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
at the son
And fuck white supremacy and all of the business
That been supportive of it since it begun
Gotta cancel our orders, do that for our daughters
father would honour his first daughter - who birthed all Us.
Turf sodden with her seed, girth trodden by greed who threaten to usurp all that she Breed
Her
Your sons and daughters, made in Your image
O by Your Spirit, Your light shines brighter
Into my heart, as I lift up my eyes
These eyes You gave me
Were
ex-con
Yea check em out
Watch you got, you got a daughter, son, what you got?
Ha ha yea, you know what
That's the good weed,
You know what, I have
ex-con
Yea check em out
Watch you got, you got a daughter, son, what you got?
Ha ha yea, you know what
That's the good weed,
You know what, I have
Convicted ex-con
Yea check em out
Watch you got, you got a daughter, son, what you got?
Ha ha yea, you know what
That's the good weed,
You know what, I
ones
From my nest
Your favorite ones
For your daughters and sons
Don't fight for crumbs
The money comes
Bang the drums, no guns
I could run a crazy
Discuss these your daughters and your sons by the mccalmans Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In