tell probably cry like hell like my 2yearold, cause he got eighty years im goin hard, you see, i might as well cause i got a hard head like my daddy had and my daddy dad
of your childhood room Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Remember the footsteps, remember the words said And all your little brother's favorite songs
go away The Winner [Verse 2] Long awaited, hated Fans see me out and they holla happy belated Iti??s about time that you made it I was bumping yo' songs
busy Daddy's writing this song, this song ain't gon' write itself I'll give you one underdog, and you gotta swing by yourself Then turn right around in that song
mom's got sick and she can't walk No high school diploma But I know math Ain't write one song and she still want half Dead beat dad is what the media
do (Summon the police) Woop woop woop Guns don't kill people, rappers do From Bristol Zoo to B&Q I wanna rap, I wanna rhyme Heard it in a song, now
of April leaves Respondent to the thought that Often things you caught or bought Were not the ones you sought Now his December is a sender Singing songs
AS WE R ONE PERSON N ONE VIOCE THAT ALL THAT REALLY MATTER IN GTHIS WORLD THAT WE LIEVE IN OUR LIFE BUT IF WE ALL HAVE SIDE ....... THIS SONG GO OUT
did know you, bring the Pro Tools, stack in on up, and little thugs that I console to, never leave your house without keepin it up, to the head dad-dy
, way back in the day coming up Moms used to read to me everyday Through the evening even through the afternoon In the dawn, ah, book of songs So, I'
this on TV/ Believe me, it's not that way, hey/ Flossin' might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with no pay/ Sad song, sad sad songs/
bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body Nigga don't believe that song, that nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live
This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart
homicide sayin self-inflicted By the way the body was sitting, brains in the kitchen Who coulda predicted But the detectives who was fishin' Fucked up that the family had to see dad
my face and i open up your top now the now the kid wastin ya intelligence the lil that u had im the big bad wolfs dad homie no comparin me to no one especially
? Now you're gone and I'm just gonna be a weekend dad, baby Can I call you baby? Or is that just a passing thing, babe Listen to this sad song I sing,
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah J E ya'll yeah check it I'mma send this song out to my dad 'Cause I'm, one day I came to my dad and told How I was feelin' about the
my family And I love her so She knows my secrets well But her back seat won't ever tell She's no Jezebel, no My 65 Mustang rides along Every mile's another song