Kanye West Father Stretch My Hands Pt 1 Lyrics


Father Stretch My Hands Pt. 1 by Kanye West

[Kanye] (You're the only power) You're the only power that can (You're the only power) You're the only power that can, ohhhh Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh...

If young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you

Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby Nothing unwanted Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby Nothing unwanted

Just want to feel liberated, I, I, I I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I If I ever instigated I'm sorry Tell me who in here can relate

Now if I fuck this model And she just bleached her asshole And I get bleach on my T-shirt I'mma feel like an asshole I was high when I met high We was down in Tribeca She get under your skin if you let her She get under your skin if you-uh I don't even want to talk about it I don't even want to talk about it I don't even want to say nothing Everybody gon' say something I'd be worried if they said nothing Remind me where I know you from? She looking like she owe you some You know just what we want I want to wake up with you

Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby Nothing unwanted Beautiful morning, give me some in morning baby Nothing unwanted

I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I If I ever instigated I'm sorry Tell me who in here can relate, I, I, I

Perfect

[Part 2]

Up in the morning, miss you bad Sorry I ain't called you back The same problem that my father had All his time, all he had, all he had In what what he dreamed All his cash, market crashed Hurt him bad, people get divorced for that Drops some stacks pops is good Momma pass in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Driving fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm coming back And I'll be taking all the stacks

I got broads in Atlanta Twisting dope, lean, and the Fanta Credit cards and the scanners Hitting off licks in the bando Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Selling bar, candy Man I'm the mocho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me

I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I I just want to feel liberated, I, I, I Taking all the stacks, oh Stacks, oh Taking all the stacks, oh

I got broads in Atlanta twisting dope, lean, and sipping Fanta Credit cards and the scanners Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Whole buncha lot of shit They be asking round town who be clappin shit I pullin up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killing on camera

How can I find you? Who do you turn to? (How do I find you?)

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