This is my father's world And to my listening ears All nature sings, and round me rings The music of the spheres This is my father's world The birds
're gonna start a resistance So we want independence We're gonna give the world some of this Electric kiss I'm gonna change the world with my lips One
away In his own world. Pursuing this insanity -! [Emma] It is his work ! [Sir Danvers] It's more than work- He is obsessed ! The man is driven
fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture You know father time and we all
feel me? My father was wrong They say, I'm wrong, so they say So they say Ha ha, come on It's like this right here To all my niggas, check this out
is this? Three niggaz dressed in black Roley's on they wrist, feathers in they hat One tapped me on my back, then pointed at my stack Put my finger on
body is a blessing (Father, forgive me) Girl, can we take it up stairs (Up, up, up stairs) My bed's waitin' there (Waitin' there, yeah) All I want to do is
This song is for my mama This song is for you Hey MrPresident Tomorrow I'm paying my rent My fuel is runnin' low And I've got places to go Quit slowin
's been a ride) Everybody, everybody (I guess I had to) Come take my hand, come take my hand (Go to that place to get to this one) We'll walk this world
on my father Tryna hope for tomorrow When I think that I can't, I envision Obama, I envision the diamonds, I envision Ferraris If the world was perfect, All my
doin this off the top of my head, I love you though. For real We celebratin nigga, we poppin bottles for this. This is to my dead nigga, on my dead they
my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life, havin nightmares in my dreams I remember my father, I was watchin him suffer Help me heavenly father
it my n-gga I just did name a muthaf-cker deeper than me b-tch dig ya dig, this here is big biz and I scream f-ck it whoever it is [Chorus] I am the
had to lace up my boots even harder Father is too far away to father Further more of the kids either smoke reefer Or either move white, there's few writers in my
got my world baptized Mafioso, scenarios, the scar poser Foggy survivalists rott cats in Congo 38 convo, blow a 3rd on my torso When exposed, my snuff
I did with my advance 'Cause I'm only a man, I had to feed my fam' Takin' that hood *** and copped about 24 grams Man, I guess it is what it is, it was
this legacy that's real life My brothers cupar, protect me from my friends haud My enemies beleza, choking on anestezija Throw my signs high, reconize world wide, world
