Under 2 - MellowHype

I need my cornbread

Not the substance of food

My cornbread

What matters the most to you?

My cornbread

My cornbread

I have a little boy

He’s my happiness

My little joy

Keep his father fighting on

My little Roy

Finally, I have something to live for

Shits thats I can give for

Pain is love, and yo I’m feeling it

And I’m real sore

He’s an exact replica of me

Distilled, pure

Okay, so waking up to a new born baby at a teen age

Getting over the fact that he was here to stay was a lean stage

Blood is thicker than liquor

Came together as a family, made decisions

This life here we’re going to give him

A chance to be all he can imagine

Weather mowing a fucking lawn instead of dating a model and fashion

I’m teaching him to be on time in a timely fashion

Now a days I realize

I need to mind into my actions

Cause, What’s a father?

Who’s a father?

Where’s a father?

Fuck a father if a father is behind bars and

I need my cornbread

Not the substance of food

My cornbread

What matters the most to you?

My cornbread

My cornbread

Well I ate, well

Well I ate, well

Ohh

Well I ate, well

Well I ate, well

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I like going to the park

Playing ball in the

It gets me ready for that mental foreplay

It matters how you can give

It completes your day

Just get through those lunch hours, fried chicken

McDonalds parfait, drive thru, one way

Like displays on the menu

Up the price of the venue

You and your nephew, you niece is also in the car

Pretty barrettes in their hair-do

Don’t drive too fast, be careful

Make sure the seat belts are on before you switch from park to drive

Because once the car starts, the reflex is the eye

Between you and I, and the being in the sky

I have a human oversight, no equated calculations

Practice sanitation

The bullshit and aggravations

And money ain’t the motivation

Well I ate, well

Well I ate, well

Ohh

Well I ate, well

Well I ate, well

Bo-boom boom clap

Bo-boom boom clap

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I need my cornbread

Not the substance of food

My cornbread

What matters the most to you?

My cornbread

My cornbread

Well I ate, well

Well I ate, well

Ohh