Tristan's Song

April 2-7 you're due
Hopefully that's when you come through
And bless us wit your presence
You're the symbol of black essence
No effort
You's a King
I know you gonna win a ring
College champion
What I dreamed
But for you, yea, that's real a thing
At the game
It's March Madness
I'm in the stands
Yea, I made a bracket
Y'all boys is going to the chip
Nets gotta get cut
You got the gift
Wiggle game is kinda swift
Like ya Godpops
Three ball is crisp
Net popper
You's ya pop kid
Y'all even look alike
Chocolate twins
I can't believe my bro got a kid
He's so so smart
And I'm so proud
Got his Mom's heart
Kodak smile
The greatest gift that I ever found
That black love
It's heaven bound
Keep your head to the sky
Never drop your crown
Young Simba
You's a born winner
Parents did amazin
They some go getters
They perfected imperfection
You're the best to ever happen
I always tell the truth
Man, I promise
Ain't no cappin
Confessions
Yea
You're my biggest blessing
Yea
I'm thankful forever
Yea
To be your Goddad
It's a pleasure



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Salters
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