Texty:
Dad Day Of Wrong Moves

't want to I can live with that but You gotta put back the double-knit reversible slacks" She wasn't moved - everything stayed the same Inevitably the first day

might make it ya last day, itchin' to get it, thugstas with no pay/ Sad song, sad sad songs/ But we relate down on our way, somethings always goin' on, wrong

'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess And dad, still I love you no less dad Hope you didn

Gallery Mall My mom started buggin' with the clothes she chose I didn't say nothin' at first, I just turned up my nose She said, "What's wrong, the shirt

they divorced and I was moving on To the suburbs with my mom cause courts said it was wrong For me to be living in the hood with my dad so I'm up and

she waved hello I smiled back and thought about The time when my dad said There'd be a lightning bolt And it'll hit you some day And I've never felt

, just kiss and tell well known on the scene jailbait queen had the first baby barely eighteen father of the child was after one thing when the daughter came the dad

breath I'm your mind body and soul, your heart, your flesh Your alcohol, your smoke, in results I'm a mess Dad, still I love you no less Dad Hope you

livin' wrong and I did her wrong Forget the song, I swear I love her to death but we can't get along Her problem big as hell, her dad died man, beat