Lyrics:
dirt on him
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was (was)
Couldn't tell you how old your son is (is)
I got my own junior on the way, dawg
She could have been your daughter living life in harmony
He could have been your son king to take over your throne
You're slow to answer
But you're
A prayer for our growing sons and daughters
May we keep our hearts open
And our eyes wide
May we heal what's broken
And let the tides go by and by
You know
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, no way he'll be here tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, no way he'll be here tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell
there's a Heaven, you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passin' by in a stroller remindin'
has happened to your son
Hyacinthus is lying dead!
OEBALUS:
Woe is me! O too sad news!
How did he die?
ZEPHYRUS:
He was struck by a discus, and fell
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
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
here, oh yeah, no way
It looks like your kids and they okay
Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade
And your son's a fuckin doctor, phat paid
Daughter
Yeah I'm gon end the night with Somebody's Daughter
Facts Yeah Yeah
The night is young yet the money's old
Relaxation margaritas sand between your
big nigga could fuck me
Randy!
He is the one!
Hide your daughters and hide your sons!
Randy!
He is the one!
Hide your daughters and hide your sons
Said long suffering Jesus
You must love to hear your sons and daughters' moan
Been running through the labyrinth without the twine
I've been
sorry dad we're moving on from you
Im sorry for the lies baby
Im sorry for your cries
I know its hard to stay happy
But Ill be by your side
I know you're
no repentance, eye for an eye, we want our vengeance
Life for a life, he kill your fiancée, kill his wife
Same for his father, generations of sons
most, but not for me
I'll count minutes of sweet promenade as a victory
And it's time to sing in tomorrow
To dance with your daughters and sons
Oh,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, as if I were their own son. Their two daughters, Yvette and Helen, are more like my younger sisters than cousins. When you are part
Your chest's filled with kids that
Ran away from parents
You get inside of kids' beds
With a little thong
What you mean by Billie Jean
Is little Billie
you sons and daughters
Come, be washed in the waters
Come on down to the river
(Come on down to the river)
There your soul will be delivered
(There
we are as one
Sisters, daughters, and sons
Build up your house in us
Build up your house with us
Spirit who burned at Pentecost
Jesus our Counselor
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
copped a dub
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son
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