Young Fathers - Dar-Eh Da Da Du

A man wonders to know with a helping hands You tell me that it's pointless But I got reasons Father hands me money To go and buy a suit Something for his service Makin' sure it's black Uncle's getting married I wish I knew him better Everybody's gonna be there All my cousins and my brother Hey Run rabbit Run, run rabbit Inhabit The voice of our commanders All that matters While you're lying in the shadow Faced with rubber battle Be careful not to trample Take the life out the apple Take the screws out the handle What becomes of the handle Is nothing you can't handle Runnin' out of ammo Joggin' in stilettos With a glass of amaretto Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh, oh Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah Enjoy I will In all circumstance Gladly should Leave it all to chance And now my friend We can leave or dance Spoil her plans Could it be romance? Left her face on the pillow Outside in the veranda Sexual innuendos Before the time of slumber Gather with others The gift of flowers Plant your seed in your maiden sour Sharing, caring, gardeners Still remains, very hungry Reaps the fruit of all his labor When the weather's stormy Plant your seed in your maiden's bower She falls down and, uh Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls, uh She falls to her knees She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour Plant your seed in your maiden sour She falls to her knees And the milk turns sour