Lyrics Dar-Eh Da Da Du - Young Fathers

Dar-Eh Da Da Du

A man wonders to know with a helping hands
You tell me that it’s pointless
But I got reasons
Father hands me money
To go and buy a suit
Something for his service
Makin' sure it’s black
Uncle’s getting married
I wish I knew him better
Everybody’s gonna be there
All my cousins and my bruda
Hey
Run rabbit
Run, run rabbit
Inhabit
The voice of our commanders
All that matters
While you’re lying in the shadow
Faced with rubber battle
Be careful not to trample
Take the life out the apple
Take the screws out the handle
What becomes of the handle
Is nothing you can’t handle
Runnin' out of ammo
Joggin' in stilettos
With a glass of amaretto
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh, oh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Enjoy I will
In all circumstance
Gladly should
Leave it all to chance
And now my friend
We can leave or dance
Spoil her plans
Could it be romance?
Left her face on the pillow
Outside in the veranda
Sexual innuendos
Before the time of slumber
Gather with others
The gift of flowers
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
Sharing, caring, gardeners
Still remains, very hungry
Reaps the fruit of all his labor
When the weather’s stormy
Plant your seed in your maiden’s bower
She falls down and, uh
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls, uh
She falls to her knees
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour
Plant your seed in your maiden sour
She falls to her knees
And the milk turns sour…