Daddy I think I love you cause I hate you so much that I must love you
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I put mommy above you
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cause she played her position and loved me unconditionally like you never have
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I wasn¡¯t that bad I wasn¡¯t no Damien child the only way I could have been is cause you birth me
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Hurt me scarred me so deeply I have trouble committing to any man cause I think he¡¯s gonna leave me Like you left me and mommy every birthday to see you would make me so happy
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One day in the year and you couldn¡¯t come check me to busy to come check me
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The way you affect me I¡¯m constantly fighting to not affect me
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I thought it was cool it didn¡¯t bother me I only realise like last week
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I was talking to Shorts about slush puppies he mentioned my father and were was he
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Subconsciously my head tilted like a lover that¡¯s been jilted
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I speak painfully whenever I think of you my eyes start to squint whenever I vision you
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Like the visions I see are visions of evil
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But still I could be wrong in my visions of what your like
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But I can¡¯t really remember what you look like
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I am daddies little girl
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That makes me tough
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He never held my hand
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I am daddies little girl
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That makes me tough
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I hope you can understand
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Have you never considered your old age flipping through the papers for the racing page
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Looking at pennies to put a bet up in the bookies
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Looking at women but too old for the nookie
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Can¡¯t get a cookie out of any cookie jar your spars them pass on long time star
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Wish you could spar with the spar them ca white rum by yourself it just cant get you charged
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Looked upon by youths who pass you and barge like old man move these premonitions I give to you
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Without any charge that¡¯s free old boy like a hug from you old boy
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Like a kiss any the cheek saying how was school old boy or happy birthday me old boy
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But still you¡¯re an old boy grey hair fill your head like an old man
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When your hands them a shake who¡¯s gonna hold your hand
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I guess it will be one of my eight siblings yea eight six different mothers straight
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I didn¡¯t grow with them I hardly know them my flesh and my blood to me that¡¯s heart breaking
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I wanna link them I hope they patience and ovastanding
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To know when I¡¯m standing face to face with them I feel abandoned
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I see my father in the eyes and I just can¡¯t stand him
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Daddy's Little Girl
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