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Kendrick Lamar - Father Stretch Lyrics

[Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir, Future]
You're the only power (Power)
You’re the only power that can
You're the only power (Power)
You're the only power that can
Oh, oh, oh, Father
(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (Who can I turn to?)
Nothin' unwanted (After all, who can I turn to?)
Beautiful mornin', you’re the sun in my mornin’, babe (If I don't turn to You)
Nothin’ unwanted (No other help I know, I stretch my hands)

[Chorus: Kanye West, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir]
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?)
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (After all, who can I turn to?)
If I ever instigated, I am sorry (If I don't turn to You)
Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I (No other help I know, I stretch my—)

[Verse 1: Kanye West, Kanye West with Kelly Price]
Now, if I fuck this model
And she just bleached her asshole
And I get bleach on my T-shirt
I'ma feel like an asshole
I was high when I met her
We was down in Tribeca
She'll get under your skin if you let her
She’ll get under your skin if you— (Uh)
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna talk about it
I don't even wanna say nothin'
Everybody gon' say somethin'
I'd be worried if they said nothin'
Remind me where I know you from
She lookin' like she owe you somethin'
You know just what we want
I wanna wake up with you in my—
[Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir]
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (Who can I turn to?)
Nothin' unwanted (After all, who can I turn to?)
Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe (If I don't turn to You)
Nothin' unwanted (No other help I know, I stretch my hands)

[Chorus: Kanye West, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir]
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (Who can I turn to?)
I just wanna feel liberated, I-I, na-na-na (After all, who can I turn to?)
If I ever instigated, I am sorry (If I don't turn to You)
Tell me who in here could relate, I-I-I (No other help I know, I stretch my—)

[Interlude: Pastor T. L. Barrett, Caroline Shaw]
My joy
How can I find you?
Who do you turn to?
How do I bind you?
If I don't turn to you
No other help I know, I stretch my hands

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah (ooh, la-la)
Annie, are you okay? Ooh, yeah
Do you like foreplay? Ooh, yeah
Do you go both ways? I really need confirmation
Your love is abomination, fucking you is like I'm bombin' nations
Area 51 in that pussy, ah
The president 'bout to cum in that pussy, ah
I got mind control, I got dick control
I reel 'em in for the fishing pole
I love legs like Robyn Fenty
Stretch them shits like limo Bentleys
Catch them tits with an open mouth
The interview up outta that Oprah house
You know I love it when it's pokin' out
You know I'm thuggin' even in the drought, you know him
I fuck around and crash a brand new Bugatti
In the mothafuckin' lobby so you know I'm in the building
Won't you kiss it, baby? Take a picture
I, I, I, I, I'm killin' em
Illuminati want my money and my body
Even Donny rollin' by me, looking aggravated that I made it
Fuck you and your mama, nigga
I, I, I, I, I see the bitch in them, I got the Benjamin
I got the dividend, I'm on my toes like Serena at the Wimbledon
Pie à la mode on a Monday for my woman-friend
I'm in the mode of a mortal man
I'm living in the orbit of deliverin'
Sex in a cathedral, empty, Grand Marnier that I reload, ten Gs
In the hallway, she a Leo, I'm a Gemini
Give me mine, genocide, kill 'em off, every time
[Bridge: Kanye West, Kendrick Lamar]
Who can I make that them better right now? (Who?)
Who, oh I know that'll make it better right now?
Who do I know that'll make 'em better right now?
Who do you know?

[Chorus: Kanye West]
I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I
I just wanna feel liberated I, I, I
If I ever instigated I, I
Tell me who never related, I

[Outro: Kanye West]
Why I fucked you this evening
At Southside, live for these things
By the way, how you feelin', forgot
I don't give a fuck about your family and that, oh
Back it up, back it up, oh oh
Back it up, back it up, oh oh
Back it up, back it up, oh oh
Back it up, yeah