Dna
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
Okay I'm tired of being nice
I'm bout to let this beast up out the cage
And you bout to feel this fucking rage
Cause I been quietly going insane
See I been holding in too much
Yeah this throne is just too much
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Naw, I'm too much like my dad and shit
And he be fumbling the bag and shit
And when you ask how he get to rambling, rambling
Damn, I can't be like him
No, refuse to be that man
But it's in my D.N.A.
Everything I seem to hate
And I don't wanna be this
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
All the bad, I learned from you
You'd disappear with no excuse
And what they did to me, I blame you
Yeah, where were you
To protect me from dem boys
Who'd violate and steal my joy
Now when I look back music was all we ever had
And I feel used than a motherfucker
Cause I was the best thing to happen to ya'
But you left me abused than a motherfucker
Sort of feels like I never knew ya'
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
The only thing I remember my father taught
Was to get high, start a family and then walk
And that lesson cost me
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
Okay I'm tired of being nice
I'm bout to let this beast up out the cage
And you bout to feel this fucking rage
Cause I been quietly going insane
See I been holding in too much
Yeah this throne is just too much
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Naw, I'm too much like my dad and shit
And he be fumbling the bag and shit
And when you ask how he get to rambling, rambling
Damn, I can't be like him
No, refuse to be that man
But it's in my D.N.A.
Everything I seem to hate
And I don't wanna be this
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
All the bad, I learned from you
You'd disappear with no excuse
And what they did to me, I blame you
Yeah, where were you
To protect me from dem boys
Who'd violate and steal my joy
Now when I look back music was all we ever had
And I feel used than a motherfucker
Cause I was the best thing to happen to ya'
But you left me abused than a motherfucker
Sort of feels like I never knew ya'
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
What kinda man put his hands on his daughter huh
Same time, say he protect and provide for her
That's an oxymoron
I guess you're where I got the moron from
The only thing I remember my father taught
Was to get high, start a family and then walk
And that lesson cost me
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Writer(s): Dominique Gipson
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