Papa

You've caught the Mather Drive blues
Lord knows, I've fallen out of view
Anytime that i'm here or there, far away from home
Know I'll always fall back into you

Ripe age of five, you were by my side
Or more so, in front of me
Jazz club symphony, but never made of money trees
Softening in solidarity

Behind that callous lies something so divine
Desperate to keep it close, at minimum, I promise i'll keep it alive

Papa
A rose in a field
Papa
Trust I know how you feel

There you were from Day One
Stuffin' things deep down from which you couldn't overcome
I'm just like you, Pops, not tryna scrutinize
Whats done is done, we move on & bless that day in 1939

'Cause they gave you to me
Now you and I we share these things
I question all consistently
Except for you, you're there for me

Above all else
If I had it, you'd get everything
Pinch me, prove it's not a dream
So when I get it, you'll have everything

Papa
A rose in a field
Papa
Trust I know how you feel

A rose (A rose)
I know (Honey, I know)
Trust I know (Trust I know, oh)
A rose (A rose)



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Writer(s): William Steele
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