Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daughter, artist - PROF. Date of issue: 15.08.2011
Song language: English
Daughter |
| When you’re out there in the woods |
| And finally find something you love |
| Better take what’s yours |
| If I raised her all on my own |
| If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah |
| You’ll die when you see her fly when she’s gone |
| Yeah |
| Suck my dick get a facefull |
| Why can’t Prof be all about the pesos? |
| I’m so unapologetic |
| I can give a shit about you chicken’s little rhetoric |
| My girl don’t take no shit |
| Try to put a muzzle on me then I’m burning a bridge |
| Motherfucker, respect my animal |
| Push me in a corner and I’ll split your cantaloupe |
| All the haters that don’t like my shit |
| If you really got a problem come and fight me bitch |
| Never before so many heads been talking |
| Like they can jump in my shoes and start walking |
| Everybody wants money where there ain’t none |
| We’ll see who’s standing when the race done |
| I don’t want to be found, I’m a needle |
| Privileged enough to be built by the people |
| That means I only got one boss |
| I see him every time I look in the crowd |
| I pledge my allegiance to them |
| This is Stophouse baby let the story begin |
| When you’re out there in the woods |
| And finally find something you love |
| Better take what’s yours |
| If I raised her all on my own |
| If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah |
| You’ll die when you see her fly when she’s gone |
| Yeah |
| God God God given |
| You don’t gotten follow my religion to recognize that I’m different |
| Can’t contain it, grab it, tame it, chain, cage or enslave my dedication |
| No second place in the race to make it |
| Lace up your shoes for the marathon, chase it |
| Sweated on stage a decade and came close enough to wipe sweat off the face of |
| greatness |
| Y’all got low expectations |
| Hit first place and start celebrating |
| Chest inflated, saying that you made it, pouring Gatorade on each other’s faces |
| Waste of the space you take |
| What y’all call 'scraping' is our vacation |
| I was of the day where always creating |
| By yours truly, I literally make shift |
| Dictator haters take dick, but I don’t give a fuck so they can’t take shit |
| Prof, let me say and extra Minnesotan |
| I don’t give a fuck ha ha roo roo |
| When you’re out there in the woods |
| And finally find something you love |
| Better take what’s yours |
| If I raised her all on my own |
| If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah |
| You’ll die when you see her fly when she’s gone |
| Yeah |
| Hush baby, don’t say a word |
| Don’t you ever be afraid to surge |
| I watch you spread your wings and fly no matter how much it hurts |
| Single father, doubled as a mother |
| Kept her out of harms way, trouble never touch her |
| Never had nothing but each other |
| Whether we strive or suffer or thrive or go hungry |
| Nurtured and loved her to a full grown woman |
| Now ducks wanna jump up and try to rush her |
| Pardon my thug if it make wanna scuffle and make me knock the block off one of |
| y’all motherfuckers |
| Immaculate inception |
| I made her by myself when I was drunk |
| She spit, fuck, cuss like a motherfuck |
| She finally coming into her own |
| And now you wander up into my home |
| Talking about you want custody, leave us alone |
| La Di Da Di, we like to party |
| You can take her over my dead body |
| If I raised her all on my own |
| If you see her cry, sing a lullaby, yeah |
| You’ll die when you see her fly when she’s gone |
| YeahLLLLLLLL |