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Dear Dad
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Dear Dad wurde am 2. März 2021 von Bounty Hunter Music als Teil des Albums Skeletons veröffentlicht
2. März 2021
LabelBounty Hunter Music
SpracheEnglish
BPM109
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

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Songtexte

Y'all lay down with these women
But you ain't willing to stand up for your kids
Another bastard child (another bastard child)
This a letter to my father
I wrote this on Father's Day (turn me up)
I hope you listening (I hope you listening)
Dear Dad, this letter's for you
****, where the fuck was you at? (Huh?)
Mom said you did crack
We used to sleep on the floor, 'cause they used to shoot at night, no cap (facts)
You stayed right down the street (hey)
How the fuck did you sleep?
I never hit rim, I subconsciously wonder how could you leave?
Pussy run through your veins (yeah)
You a napster cat, you a stray
After 30 motherfucking years, you come back in my life when I give you a chance
Fuck, ****, no effort
Did you know your son used to play ball?
Used to run them over, no if (uh-huh)
Like father, like son, huh?
At least, Birdman said he had a son (right)
These words are sick, I got a swollen tongue
I got a swollen tongue, you'd rather pay support than pay me mine
I guess it cost too much
It was 20 dollars for a Tonka truck
But my heart was free and now it's overpriced
Left me at the bottom, but I overbite
I'm numb as fuck, 'cause you cold as ice
My heart heavy, I'ma need a spot
So I'm on my knees and I pray to God
Help me keep my faith, 'cause I'm filled with hate
But you can't tell, 'cause I hide it well
But you're dead to me, so my soul prevails
When it rains, it pours, but explain the hell
I bleed, Jews, so my spirit's stained
I slept with women just to ease the pain (sorry)
King of hearts, yeah, I played them games
Once the karma gets a play in my hand (gets a play in my hand)
Apologize to all the women I did wrong
It's first and gold, ****, mood had changed
In the NFL, no father lane
They puttin' hella **** in the Hall of Fame
We ain't sign these contracts, they force our names
When the bachelor child becomes a normal thing
You bring the fuckin' bad, had the worst in them (facts)
It just comes straight down from the core of me
Yeah, I'm diggin' dirt, but ain't no home with me
So I'm plantin' seeds so I can harvest me
I forgive you now, that's the younger me
Written by: Franklin Frazier
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