| Sonny Digital
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| Turn around tonight
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| Watch this
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| Sonny roll up gram of wax
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| It isn’t fair
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| How he ain’t care
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| It isn’t fair
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| How he ain’t care
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| We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
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| We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
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| Hey, we just gonna laugh 'bout the past
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| Get rich, nigga, fuck the other half
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| Aye, look
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| He didn’t care, anyway
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| Told him that I wanted to see him
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| He said «Not today»
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| Aye boo, yall know just like you
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| Uh, say I ain’t told you
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| He didn’t care
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| It isn’t fair
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| He didn’t care
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| Aye, aye
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| We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
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| Baby, fuck the other half
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| We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
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| Baby, fuck the other half
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| It isn’t fair
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| How he ain’t care
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| Daddy wasn’t there
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| It isn’t fair
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| How he ain’t care
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| We just gonna laugh bout the past, aye
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| We just gonna laugh bout the past
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| Middle finger other half
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| Sonny Digital
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| Daddy, Pt. |
| 2
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| One, two, three, four
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| It ain’t as simple as
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| As you say
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| When he thinks of his mother and father and how they were just one soul
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| All the lessons that taught him, from struggles that others will never know
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| Hangin' on to a limb of a branch and a stem of his family tree
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| 'Cause the roots are still strong, but what wrong is one half is still unforseen
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| …I mean like so many people can relate but shit is still individual if it
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| happened to you…
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| When he’s told his conception was a misdirection, that was not planned
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| But somehow they kept him, it’s turned into a blessing that was not chanced
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| How a bastard can grow to be nasty known as full grown man
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| With a mind full of values, that came from a queen that did all she can
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| …She kept a nigga, look at me now…
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| When he thinks of a time back in 2009, when he almost met
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| His unforseen half of his tree memories, he could not forget (how could I tho)
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| He would say he’s too busy in some other city to meet his son (alright,
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| my nigga)
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| He would not be free to receive company until fame begun
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| When you cheat on your children, by lettin' them pillage without your care
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| And the lessons they learn from your presentless is found, about how life ain’t
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| not fair
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| When you hear this recordin', he needs no support of you and yours
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| Just knows to be never like you, when his seeds are born |