Lyrics:
Yo Malik Blunt
Whassup?
Tell me how you like your grits man
Man I like all kinds of grits son
I just don't like them sticky grits
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
her fillings
My angel by the time you hear
This we just had a problem
From father to daughter I apologize
From the bottom of my
Heart but we’ll always
You're my daughter and my son
You're my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You're my brother and my sister too
All about the point
Build an ark head for the open water
Save your sons and your daughters
Build an ark
Build an ark when the storm is ended
You'll know the world
While the years passed me by, trapped in Captivity
So much the Prodigal Son! Time was done
Took my first step outside, who was waitin' on me
After all
All the way down
She went all the way, all the way
She showed me love a hundred ways
How she pimped and how she paid
All the daughters, all
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
dark
You're the one who never left by my side
You don't know how much you helped me to get through the nights
So if I'll have a family
A daughter
guitar, 'way from afar
Slow motion watch it enter your temple and exit your jaw, hmm
Send you all to Hell with a scar, a conversation piece
Hope it maybe
the daughter
Not the son
The daughter, not the son, the daughter
Not the son could the king of country
Music be the daughter, Not the son?
Got me some cows
the game of cops and robbers ain't a game now
These ain't water guns
And please save all our sons and daughters
What we fighting for?
'Cause these
for what they believe and to do life God's way let's go)
Sons and daughters are rising up no more conforming we've had enough right now it's just
you
We smashin' nigguhs by the hour
I'll send my dog to dog you, you're dog food
My son'll blam you for a
Half ounce of dog food
Yeah, that's my lil
tell me what’s the use of changing when I know
That you’ll never let it go
But when it’s all said and done
Hook:
I hope my daughter don’t hate me like
Wo-Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-These girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, zip up straight
I don't give a fuck if I was
Onanana
One one one man killer oyeah
Dynmelow pon de track are you ready
Thought I'd be a player
Player for life
Till I met this girl caught me by
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
this
Injustice still goes on, beyond Trayvon
Thank you NME Sun for this word to the young
You the future, save our daughters and sons
(Some of those
I've been grindin hard tryin to Keep my head above the water
Trying to make a decent living For all my son's and daughter
All these snake up in my
me wrong"
She said, "I can't stand to see you go
One of these days you ain't gonna come home"
So here I am, Driving all day
Slave to the wheel, Iron
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