The Gift

Why are we back here again
Now that the stories have only just begun
And I want you to know
That I will never let you see me cry
Again

No way
Hosea

Why don't you
Runaway
My story
Belongs to me
I want you
To know this

I'll never cry again
I'll never let you in
No no no no no no

Pretty face in a race and I'm still finding my feet
You put me down and now I know I am all that you need
Daddy what you said is an expired receipt
My mammas' struggle is now my gift yeah

Pretty face in a race and I'm still finding my feet
You put me down and now I know I am all that you need
Daddy what you said is an expired receipt
My mammas' struggle is now my gift yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Julie Gordon
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