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Feed Your Dad

Сожги мой прах и успокой себя мой страх в глазах запомни навсегда лишён покоя под поцелуи горящих стрел я на готове пресечь предел и нет пути

Я здесь Я твой рви сердце на куски прошёл сквозь ад и боль прости Оставив тлен в душе своей продумай шаг назад ведь вновь свою разрывая жизнь

think your albums haven't sold more? [Busta Rhymes] Well baby, the nature of the business is unstable Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your

I'm just another ghetto boy Single parent upbringing, mama's pride and joy Dad died 'fore I got a chance to meet that dude So I was raised in the hood

You go spooky in a band Son, I?m 30 I only went with your mother ?cause she?s dirty And I don?t have a decent bone in me What you get is just what you

wanna say something to us You know I say us 'cause we are a people We all are equal If you love your sister, your brother Your father, your mother

up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Aah) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your

all the hugging I got such a feeling of emotion and love Because can't nobody can hug you the way your grandma does Give me a shovel and put some feed

touched her back, she said, "Denise has he got the crack? Is he the one? I gotta run back and feed my son" I said, "How old is your son?" She said, "