Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 2
(Perfect)
[Kanye West:]I go, I go, ay ay, I goUp in the morning, miss you badSorry I ain't called you backThe same problem my father hadAll his time, all he had, all he hadIn what he dreamedAll his cash, market crashedHurt him bad, people get divorced for thatDrops some stacks pops is goodMomma pass in HollywoodIf you ask, lost my soulDriving fast, lost controlOff the road, jaw was broke'Member we all was broke'Member I'm coming backI'll be taking all the stacks
[Desiigner:]I got broads in AtlantaTwisting dope, lean, and the FantaCredit cards and the scammersHitting off licks in the bandoBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6 looks like a pandaGoing out like I’m MontanaHundred killers, hundred hammersBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, pandaPockets swole, DannySelling bar, candyMan I'm the macho like RandyThe choppa go Oscar for GrammyBitch nigga, pull up ya pantyHope you killas understand me
[Kanye West:]I just want to feel liberated, I, I, II just want to feel liberated, I, I, ITaking all the stacks, ohStacks, ohTaking all the stacks, oh
[Desiigner:]I got broads in AtlantaTwisting dope, lean, and sipping FantaCredit cards and the scammersWake up Versace, shit life DesiignerWhole bunch of lavish shitThey be asking round town who be clappin shitI pullin up stuff in the Phantom shipI got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shitBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, killing on camera
[Caroline Shaw:]How can I find you?Who do you turn to?How do I bind you?
[Pastor T. L. Barrett:]If I don't turn to youNo other help I know, I stretch my hands