Father (Xarrabamba Trap Remix)

Father, Father

Father, Father

You had to deep in the box

so you can a rise up for men

The world is getting cold,

yo got som nom while you play with it

Forgot your heart on the road

how you filling up the empty seets

Your hands are getting cold,

why you looking for another treet a glemse heet

And i be, runing from you

Father if you could just give me,

am tired of runing, am tired of runing

And i be, runing from you

Father if you could just give me,

am tired of runing, am tired of runing from you

Father, Father

You so obsessed with your high

colud I dident make a need

And i can see your loud sund

by the end of it

I feel so bad for you now

when your cleening up the roos to hill

Tell what so cold,

when you looking for that optimit to make it bleed

And i be, runing from you

Father if you could just give me,

am tired of runing, am tired of runing from you

Father, Father

Father, Father

Father, Father

Father, Father