Music Video
LOUIS MARX. - only song you got. feat. Audrey Vee (OFFICIAL VIDEO))
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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Marcelle Becton
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Marcelle Becton
Songwriter:in
Audrey Fortenberry
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Aye they try to play it like we not here
I can’t even fake it we do not care
Mama, every poppa ain’t a rollin' stone
You forgot the hard-rocks that did stay home
I honor, every father that do stay here
And don’t mention "Brenda had a baby" she didn't take care
Tip my hat to, dads who, glad to pass you, they last, and work they ass off, so you can have food
Feel for the ones who wanna touch their young
But baby-mom's keep 'em from, 'cause they moved on, you know you wrong
She gon’ get hers G, keep yo head north
Stay strong, do nothin' that a have you sittin' in court
Child support can’t put a price on our worth
A mother water for yo seed, but aye daddy like dirt
FOUNDATION
If you facin’ life without one, you too strong to break or shatter
Still son of God, so you ain’t no bastard
We don’t matter?
You more important than they tell you you are...
A real one just had to tell you are
From heart...for y'all
Y’all don’t love us
Y’all don’t love us
Y’all don’t love us
Y’all don’t love us
My father went to Calumet, a school full of stones
But never became one, he formed his gang at home
Tip my hat to him, 'cause he never played 'bout us
And he never let us play 'bout us
GOD, respect, and LOVE
That's what it was
What he drilled in
No riches or benjamins but he always gave gems
I would hear...
NEVER FEAR
I bet not ever catch you fear another man 'cause son, GOD ain't him
Let me tell you 'bout the story of when I did,
Got picked on by another kid,
He was like 12, I was 'bout 10
Didn't kno much 'bout fights then
My dad made us, I gave in
He tore my ass up 'cause I feared...
So if you think I'm relentless, don't blame me, blame him
My head was so hard, I needed two fathers
I'd be doin’ time or dead if mine didn't bother
They say “you a had kid...ain’t no praise,
It's yo job to stay”
Well for every job, you should get paid...
Look at the profit (prophet) you made
You more important than you think you are
You saved millions by just buildin' heart
They can say what you was, what you not
What you don't or do got
But that stop when they find out MARX the son of SPEC from Brainard Park...
FATHERS either get what’s left or gotta settle
Be happy 'cause nobody care enough to make another song for y’all ever
*produced x L. MARX*
Written by: Audrey Fortenberry, Marcelle Becton
