Текст песни Father of God - Left Boy
The
kids
want
hits
I
hope
I
don't
hit
them
to
hard
with
this
I
think
I
got
a
good
shot,
yeah
Like
any
lable
of
it
I'm
going
in
And
I'm
'bout
to
never
come
out
again
And
if
I
do
Nothing
will
be
the
same
'Cause
money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
and
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
It
really
changes
the
game
(Check
it,
ah)
On
a
sunrise
four
years
ago
was
the
first
time
I
saw
my
son's
eyes
I'm
the
father
of
god,
the
son
of
god
And
the
brother
of
Jesus
Christ
Amen,
put
your
hands
together
Let
them
clap,
clap,
clap,
clap,
clap,
clap
This
is
how
we
pray,
the
fuck
did
y'all
say?
That's
what
I
thought,
nothing
that
I
need
I
don't
already
got
And
all
I
know:
This
life
is
like
a
rodeo
It
beats
me
down,
I
get
back
up
And
still
I
never
get
enough
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
and
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Ah,
it
really
changes
the
game
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Money,
drugs
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
and
fame
Money,
drugs,
bitches,
fame
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