Young fathers got feathers They ran quick, usain bolt style Young fathers got jealous But they went out for too long a time
I've been around the world and back of my head Never seen such a pretty prettiness, damn Relentless possesions of a strainful relationship I've seen strings you so eloquently hide in plain sight
Damn right, no shame that I might See you or touch you, dolly shot all over your face in a close up No post-op Romantic wave flow through space and time Doctor Whoing the whole thing making rubles Ready for wormholes, all the same he fumbles Sometimes forgets he's not alone in the lonely loners race he rumbles
Who's mastering the masters, I'd like to, uh, break bread with a few cats and machine guns and my zero fans, bunch of fucking nothing-sense or nonsense, what's of it, watching office, freestyling, I'm afwul, this concerns all of my friends or felines, this shit is strictly not from the streets y'all
Young fathers got feathers They ate quick, kobayashi style Young fathers got careless But they went out for too long a time
It's from my own warm hole, listening to radio and having innernette experience, I've got no price or fear for my life, eyes are buggin' out, worms are heading out, through these holes in a back of my mind I'm sorry I got graveyard on y'all, literally dead if I'll get on yo tumblr again
It's from the netflix ass-ridden sticky seats With trainer pants that you're "gonna wash in a bit" But you never do, like you never went to school When you told yo mama that ya gonna stay put and she said not to act a fool And you alone again in your cupboard, no troubles, now I know how they feel when they became young fathers
Young fathers got feathers They drank quick, the shoenice style Young fathers came out of the shadows But they were in them for too long a time