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Father Stretch My Hands, Pts. 1 & 2 (Feat. Kid Cudi and Desiigner)

Kanye West

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Father Stretch My Hands, Pts. 1 & 2 (Feat. Kid Cudi and Desiigner)

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You're the only powerYou're the only power that canYou're the only powerYou're the only power that can, ohhOhh, ohh, ohh, ohhIf young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot youBeautiful morning, give me some in morning babyNothing unwantedBeautiful morning, give me some in morning babyNothing unwantedJust want to feel liberated, I, I, II just want to feel liberated, I, I, IIf I ever instigated I'm sorryTell me who in here can relateNow if I fuck this modelAnd she just bleached her assholeAnd I get bleach on my T-shirtI'mma feel like an assholeI was high when I met highWe was down in TribecaShe get under your skin if you let herShe get under your skin if you-uhI don't even want to talk about itI don't even want to talk about itI don't even want to say nothingEverybody gon' say somethingI'd be worried if they said nothingRemind me where I know you from?She looking like she owe you someYou know just what we wantI want to wake up with youBeautiful morning, give me some in morning babyNothing unwantedBeautiful morning, give me some in morning babyNothing unwantedI just want to feel liberated, I, I, II just want to feel liberated, I, I, IIf I ever instigated I'm sorryTell me who in here can relate, I, I, IPerfectUp in the morning, miss you badSorry I ain't called you backThe same problem that my father hadAll his time, all he had, all he hadIn what 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 backAnd I'll be taking all the stacksI got broads in AtlantaTwisting dope, lean, and the FantaCredit cards and the scannersHitting 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 mocho like RandyThe choppa go Oscar for GrammyBitch nigga pull up ya pantyHope you killas understand meI just want to feel liberated, I, I, II just want to feel liberated, I, I, ITaking all the stacks, ohStacks, ohTaking all the stacks, ohI got broads in Atlanta twisting dopelean, and sipping FantaCredit cards and the scannersWake up Versace, shit life DesiignerWhole buncha lot of shitThey be asking round town who be clappin shitI pullin up stuff in the Phantom shipI got plenty of stuff of Bugattiwhip look how I try this shitBlack X6, PhantomWhite X6, killing on cameraHow can I find you?Who do you turn to?How do I find you?

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