Sorry Papa

Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Friendly mama put me in the oven
Friendly mama put me in the oven
Dear mama to my real mama trying to solve the problem
How my face changed in different shapes I even can't bother
To figure out why I'm at this place I used to be talla
To my real father to I can't even call yah
Hope one day I'll just pray and just say thank you god
I'll behave I'll be brave I'll be safe And I wont stop
When those thugs come through you know what I'm gon do
I'm gonna rise till the sunshine that's what my mind goes through
I stay tough I'm smart enough I will survive this madness
Yeah I might cry but at 3 years there is sadness
I'm happy though I get to rock these fools
Living like the old days using rocks as tools
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Friendly mama put me in the oven
Friendly mama put me in the oven
These guys won't stop coming I don't know why im not running
All of these people get stunned but nothing is so stunning
Except me being like jet li i kick ass gently
So sorry papa that you get upset and have to check me
I pray my nieces and nephews stay protected
Hope they stay never neglected and in the holy section
Just stay in school and don't mind being tested
If anything goes wrong be strong and find where the treasure chest is
Screw you papa because cause i really shouldn't cuss
Oh our family just pulled up in a short bus
Hello uncle nice to meet you time to rough up all you
I walk out of a room and ask the man what do I call you
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Dear papa, not my fatha
Friendly mama put me in the oven
Friendly mama put me in the oven



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Writer(s): Dakota Rivera, Mathias Thalhofer
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