Testi:
Dad I M Not The Same

fingernails are growing The woman at the store recall my name Yeah, I'm sorry if I was coming on as a burden I'm never going to be the same again I

my eyes If i were able to I would jump up and fly The same story all the time I?m alone with a girl This was my honey moon I?m still dreamin? to fuck

Verse 1] Ready or not I gotta tell you from the top it's on Christ is God, for Him I've got to rock this joint I was born around the same time Hip-Hop

seeing stars but I'm not dreaming sinking in this empty feeling that's how the story goes same faces never seemed so old, same stories always being told I

That daddy never lived inside the same shack And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach's pit It's what I get I'm convinced it's my punishment For those nights I

roasting I could not sleep and the traffic was bad The 30 bucks couldn't buy us gas I wish I had that cash that I gave to my dad Theres no need to complain

me, but I already ate I'm not hollywood my vision's just clearer I avoid conflict and it's not because I fear ya I just decided to choose I got too much

killed, And, dearie, how I cried. Had her seventeen years I'm eighty-two today. But what will I do now pussy's gone away? I've no-one to talk to without

I'm all grown up. It's clear that we don't breath the same air. Well I'm moving on and up, But I'm still the boy you knew; I'm the boy who threw his