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David Dallas - Postcard Lyrics

For you, dad. Who wouldn't knew that,
Your little boy wouldn't do too bad,
Off a few tracks ... already thought it was a new fav,
Now I'm moving off overseas to pursue that,
They wouldn't have a clue that I was yours,
I grew up in South ... you were on the shore,
And my head is yet black, you're kinda blonde,
Boys at the park with their dads they would ask where mine is gone,
It ain't right or wrong, this is reality,
But don't you ever think I didn't grow up happily,
I can't remember one time you were mad at me,
Even when I left the lights on and killed the battery,
... Thinking I was on a space ship,
Man, if that was mama I would have got my face hit,
My brother told me that life is on a slave ship,
My other brother told me I should never take shit,
... He can't even hear, man,
My brother-in-law, he ain't even here, man,
Taking two ...
Still a king in my eyes, you don't have to wear a crown,
You can build things I can never get my head around,
... hands, I can only tear it down,
And I hate to see the world tryna' wear you down,
But I swear I'll never let you down.

So write your name here, and your address too,
Then when I send this postcard, keep it close to you,
Promise you that I'll make it, swear I ain't no fool,
And there ain't anything I won't do,
If I gotta go to hell I'll take it,
'Cause I'm gon' make it, for you,
For you, and you, and you, and you.

For you I run laps for miles, just so I can see you crack a smile,
And nobody can replace you, they lack of style,
Really, and my mother's some, but it ain't half as ...
And I can decide who I'd be without you,
I've been designing my dreams around you,
Since I was 5 years old, told you I'd buy you the ...
When you took me to farmers to buy me clothes,
Now I finally know that you really did live for me,
And my three sibling gave everything,
And I admire you more that you'd ever think,
I'm ashamed of myself now 'cause I never ringed,
Must as I should, caught up with my own bullshit,
Gotta love the way my mom ...
Straight up lady raised a straight up baby,
And the only place we're going now, straight up, baby.

So write your name here, and your address too,
Then when I send this postcard, keep it close to you,
Promise you that I'll make it, swear I ain't no fool,
And there ain't anything I won't do,
If I gotta go to hell I'll take it,
'Cause I'm gon' make it, for you,
For you, and you, and you, and you,
For you, and you, and you, and you.