Vision - From Father To Son Lyrics
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From Father To Son
From Father To Son Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For From Father To Son By Vision?
Let me tell you something,
I just sat here thinking about your comments. I'll fucking tell you anything I wanna tell ya; If you were in front of me right now I'd smack ya. Don't tell me about a hard day, Cause you don't even know what a hard day is you little f*ck! Don't you ever talk to me that way again. And when you learn how to apologize, You call me back. Goodbye! Let me tell you something, I just sat here thinking about your comments. I'll fucking tell you anything I wanna tell ya; If you were in front of me right now I'd smack ya. Don't tell me about a hard day, Cause you don't even know what a hard day is you little f*ck! Don't you ever talk to me that way again. And when you learn how to apologize, You call me back. Goodbye! Let me tell you something, I just sat here thinking about your comments. I'll fucking tell you anything I wanna tell ya; If you were in front of me right now I'd smack ya. Don't tell me about a hard day, Cause you don't even know what a hard day is you little f*ck! Don't you ever talk to me that way again. And when you learn how to apologize, You call me back. Goodbye! |
Who Wrote From Father To Son By Vision?
David J. Franklin, Matthew Vincent Riga, Paul Famula, Peter Neal Tabbot, Todd Hamilton
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What's The Duration Of The From Father To Son By Vision?The duration of From Father To Son is 0:59 minutes and seconds. |
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