Letras
Shit just remind me of mornings in Chalmers
What up Esy
Still I can't let you go oh
You go oh
I know that it don't show yet
Don't show yet
Yeah yeah
And I can't let you go oh
You go oh
And I tried to let you go
Let you go
Still I can't let you go
Pops was a womaniser
Self made coochie slicer
Props to his last born came out a little nicer
A chancer by birthright fuck em without no rubbers
He knows that it's not right but he's cursed in covers
Highly blessed with lovers that switch as the day goes
A preacher who played hoes
Salvation right after he put some flake in his nose
Redemption found him a wife and a baby boy
A born sinner something like Cole and FauntLeRoy
Now his only concern is the type of man that his raising
What mistakes he'll be making
I guess hey
I guess
You'll never know
You'll never know
No
You can never know
You can never know
Still I can't let you go oh
You go oh
Yeah
I know that it don't show yet
Don't show yet
Yeah yeah
And I can't let you go oh
You go oh
And I tried to let you go
Let you go
Still I can't let you go
Heavily faded
I pray in heaven he made it
The son of a have not
He's insensibly hated at every house that he stay at
Cause some of em have thoughts of the person he'll be
A junkie who picks locks
At the spaza shop blowing pipe and crack rocks
Real Kasi brother toughees with no socks type
He's been through it all from broads to a brawl therefore
Mama used to lock him inside so she could hustle
For some nickels and dimes
Those were desperate times but tik made him complete