Teksty:
Dad I M Not The Same

fingernails are growing The woman at the store recall my name Yeah, I'm sorry if I was coming on as a burden I'm never going to be the same again I

back, please" She said "no, you go to school to learn not for a fashion show" I said, "This isn't Sha na na, come on Mom, I'm not Bowzer Mom, please

the chest in front of his momma's home (Yup, yup) I know this yes, I know we all gotta go, I pray I'm too soon/ If I do, I ask my thugstas; Watch over

, forget it don't answer that I'm probably a fool you know what you're probably right Like I'm probably his pops and I'm probably white Get on before

it famous I reason with no one homie, I got fa sho cliental I'm a X L out here in the streets or lyin' in jail I'm quick tempered, please limit ya words I

man-made, not a [..], and this I recorded, But I didn't live the party, but I thank that my heart beat, Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know

all up in my business, so why with you i need to chase ya. Tulisa: Cus im all about that baby, see every other man i've been with, i realise i never

the same floor? I missed my good old Dad My, but I'm glad to see you're home again But we we won't be staying here Dad Come and see us, Poppa, when

I'm going through changes I'm going through changes Lately I really, feel like I'm rolling for like Philly I feel like I'm losing control of myself,