Kanye West - Father Stretch My Hands Pt.2 lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

(Perfect)

Ohhhhhhh (x4)

(Verse: Kanye West)

I go, I go, ay ay, I go

Up in the mornin', miss ya bad

Sorry I ain't called ya back

The same problem my father had

All his time, all he had, all he had

In what he dreamed

All his cash, market crashed

Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that

Drops some stacks pops is good

Mama pass in Hollywood

If ya ask, lost my soul

Drivin' fast, lost control

Off the road, jaw was broke

'Member we all was broke

'Member I'm comin' back

I'll be takin' all the stacks

(Verse 2: Desiigner)

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Hittin' off licks in the bando

Black X6, Phantom

White X6 looks like a panda

Goin' out like I’m Montana

Hundred killers, hundred hammers

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, panda

Pockets swole, Danny

Sellin' bar, candy

Man, I'm the macho like Randy

The choppa go Oscar for Grammy

Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty

Hope ya killers understand me

(Bridge: Kanye West)

I just wanna feel liberated, I I I

I just wanna feel liberated, I I I

Takin' all the stacks, oh

Stacks, oh, takin' all the stacks, oh

(Verse 3: Desiigner)

I got broads in Atlanta

Twistin' dope, lean, and sippin' Fanta

Credit cards and the scammers

Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner

Whole bunch of lavish shit

They be askin' round town who be clappin shit

I pulling up stuff in the Phantom ship

I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit

Black X6, Phantom

White X6, killin' on camera

(Bridge: Caroline Shaw)

How can I find ya?

Who do ya turn to?

How do I bind ya?

(Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett)

If I don't turn to ya

No other help I know, I stretch my hands