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Father to Son

Charles & Eddie

Duophonic

1992

A single mother
Struggles hard;
Her child's neglected,
In her own backyard.
An absent father;
The T.V.'s on;
A little reminder
That hope is

and take me for some silver spooned white boy 
I was up and down the field attacking em like maddison 
We just about got by I was a filthy gob shite 
While

got lucky, alright
Found peace in her own storms
But it didn't happen overnight
You just fell into a bad place
Like a pebble in the stream
You'll get

Wonder if she knows I woulda made her wifey if she had a better rep
Wonder why they don't wanna see me shine
Wonder will I ever leave the streets
Behind

Switch got this motherfucker jumping, I might take it out
Thought I met her on the net, she always outta town
Both tryna’ blow but we ain’t talking bout

showing fear now 
Showed you crazy love but it never got reciprocated
Back when niggas had it and I didn't 
I ain't never hated
All up in yo car with no AUX

that porch
Sentenced with time mama cryin when i was in court 
Let mama tell it she would say they influenced her boy 
But let they mama tell it they

half a check to your mom (Got damn) 
You can't even get your own shit together 
Cause you're trying to buy umbrellas to protect her from the storm hunh

Yo come in here
No don't turn around, come in here!
What the fuck happened man
You know what my mom's saying, I wake up to a text like this
The fuck

dizzy
So it's a rizzy, I'm 'bout it
Standing on the couches like I ain't got no home-training in me
Huh, you can't stop it, I'm harder to crack
So the DJ

I be grinding for my daughter
Baby mama say yo baby need her father
I can’t let the trap go out of order
I can’t let up now gotta go harder
I can feel

While I'm shining with clarity so they call me a nuisance

And Yeah, I got me a new bitch...(whoa) Pardon, a new love/
She gave me the fever pitch 'cause

meat with her dental

Being part of my life you got too close
That was accidental 


I want to own my things - broke and fake lifestyles
 Ayo Why you

stating facts

Oops she mad mad
Fucked around and stole her man
Bitch i heard you been a fan
I got groopies, i dont need a friend 
So let’s not pretend 

I

the thunder 

5 percent low 
70s better 
20 below 
Balenci sweater 
Out in the cold
That’s where I met her 
Letter from vogue 
Devil invoked
Murder she Wrote

a don
Like I'm fucking with the mafia
No mask up on my face
This ain't the phantom of the opera
Hit Shawty from the back she begging me to get on top

worst
Roll the banks out, she got it hiding in her purse

Get that money, roll out the bank
Get that money, roll out the bank
Get that money, roll out

them bullets
Fighting cases I done stacked me up a few just
For smoking on that marry know I'm still high bitch I'm too lit
Heard yo bitch she suck lick

brother smoking on a pack leading to the grave
My mother always on her feet know she boutta cave

But I
Still try to understand your perspective
Never

And how it's gone
I said there is no love in my life every bit has gone
The only love I got is music
She the only one
Been there from jump
Wid me till

and gather
Cause I'm gonna blow
Yeah I'm gonna have the
Best fans in the world
Hello hello
Her booty jiggle
Like jello jello
She be playing me
Like a cello

Got the winter snow her in Norway bro
Can't trust no nigga can't trust no hoe
Life go so
Hope you niggas know
That's the way it goes
Flow for sure
Flow

go deeper
When I bleeped her
Woah
I'm blowing out gas
While you going out sad
And I know it got you mad
But shit, that's too bad
All I could do is

got to be in go mode
Pulled it out my pants so I can give her something to choke on
Obviously I'm smelling like Sativa when I hit the door
Cool fly