Shayfer James - Your Father's Son lyrics
[Shayfer James - Your Father's Son lyrics]
Wielding words like aimless arrows
You should be careful where you stand
It could be days, it could be hours
But every arrow's got to land
So if you're any good at riddles
You should take a crack at this
If every second has a fiddle
Does every razor have a wrist?
It fit's so well
What you've become is your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never be much of, of anyone
Stealing time in raids and riots
Now you've more than you can hold
And so you're gambling with a giant
From some fairytale you've told
So if you're any good at bluffing
I suggest you do it quick
'cause everyone is next to nothing
And every tock will have a tick
It fit's so well
What you've become is your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become can
Not be undone and
You'll never be much of, of anyone
God help you if you ever need a friend
God help you if you ever need a friend
God help you if you ever need a friend
God help you if you ever ever, oh oh oh oh
What you've become is your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become can
Not be undone and
You'll never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never come too much of anyone
You should be careful where you stand
It could be days, it could be hours
But every arrow's got to land
So if you're any good at riddles
You should take a crack at this
If every second has a fiddle
Does every razor have a wrist?
It fit's so well
What you've become is your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never be much of, of anyone
Stealing time in raids and riots
Now you've more than you can hold
And so you're gambling with a giant
From some fairytale you've told
So if you're any good at bluffing
I suggest you do it quick
'cause everyone is next to nothing
And every tock will have a tick
It fit's so well
What you've become is your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become can
Not be undone and
You'll never be much of, of anyone
God help you if you ever need a friend
God help you if you ever need a friend
God help you if you ever need a friend
God help you if you ever ever, oh oh oh oh
What you've become is your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become can
Not be undone and
You'll never be much of anyone
Well, what you've become is
Your father's son which
Will never come too much of anyone