Lyrics:
We're coming to the edge
Running on the water
Coming through the fog
Your sons and daughters
Let the river run
Let all the dreamers
Wake
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter?
My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be
it to your mother, tell it to your father
From the ocean to the sand
To all your sons and all your daughters
The world will fall by their crooked hands
paper, shit is still ghetto
But fuck it black, you living your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used to be
with paper, s*** is still ghetto
But f*** it black, you livin your life, though your loved ones
Peace to your daughter and your newborn son
It used
These jokes were approved by my son, it's OK.
My daughter, she's the fucking whackjob. My daughter, she was a pastry chef. Yeah, for three days. Three
up
And mama tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them
tryna make a dollar for son and daughter
Where them times are even harder without a father
Want a job but never bother
All about them commas, bigger
chasten you
So just like you'll chasten your own son
He's gonna chasten you because he loves you
So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in
chasten you
So just like you'll chasten your own son
He's gonna chasten you because he loves you
So that's why we get chastised, that's why we're in
hide your wives and daughters, hide your sons as well
with the great nations of europe you never can tell
where you and i are standing at the end
of man
Been that way for a long time
Son of a daughter of single moms
Who had waited there in that long line
For that DSS for them 8 kids
A proud women
don't do that
You work to feed your kids
You work to do your deeds
We ain't perfect
So that talk you better stop it
No with her daughter in mind
Looking
to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it,
to see your blood, until you cough it up
Mr. officer, crooked officer
We just trying to feed, our sons and daughters sir
We been struggling to make it,
just have a look, look
We are a new creation in Christ
New creation, abiding in Christ
New creation, He calls us His own
Sons and daughters, pure in His
So God bless all the sons and daughters who knew their history
So they knew where to take it farther
And all the ones that stuck with me like good
And slit throats for – love
[Ville moaning something]
Sons and daughters
just obey the word
from the great beyond
Fear is teaching
“grey will be your road”
the opposition make a pit stop
By the drip drop, get popped while some Kidz Bops playin'
Yeah, all my daughters know that this ain't only talk
My only thought
to understand who they were. That?s why he said, ?You?re my daughter, you?re my son, you?re my brother, you?re my sheep.? He wanted us to identify with Him
pay the ransom
For you and for me
We're no longer outcasts
We're daughters and sons
Born of His Spirit
And washed by His blood
God gave us a purpose
He
For the age of solar
Hail to the father
Kiss your sons and daughters
Goodbye goodbye
Steam steady roller
Lady tongue controller
Ten feet tall,
and sing
That's your chance
My father, my father just why cant you see
Erlking daughters waiting for me
My son, my son
I clearly can say
I see willow
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