Only Child - Young Fathers

I find it hard to be an honest man

I guess I’ll go and find God again

I can hear lonely, lonely sounds

Living like an only child

I can hear lonely, lonely sounds

Living like an only child

Hallelujah it’s a boy

Celebrations gems and toys

So blatant to the cause

Blame the clients on the job

Calm, cold, in control

Young, bold, viscious

This manufactured chemistry

Weaving in and out the tapestry

Breastfeed the baby that wasn’t raised in the nanny state

Or hidden from the belly, closer, closer to ascertain

Body like a statue, grace of an antelope

Displayed on the market, dispensing assets

All that, gimme that, gimme that, all that

All that, all that, gimme that, gimme that