Father Stretch My Hands (Nightcore Remix)

Lyrics

PART I [Intro: Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir & Future] You're the only power (Power) You're the only power that can (Left at London) You're the only power (Power) You're the only power that can Ohh, ohh, ohh, 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 hands [Verse: Kanye West & 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 some'n You know just what we want I wanna wake up with you in my... I wanna wake up with you in my... [Pre-Chorus: Kid Cudi, Pastor T.L. Barrett / Choir & Kelly Price] Beautiful mornin', you're the sun in my mornin', babe Who can I turn to? Beautiful mornin' 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 hands PART II [Intro] Faaaaaaaa— (Perfect) Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— Faaaaaaaa— I told, I told, ayy-ayy, I told you [Verse 1: Kanye West] Up in the mornin', miss you bad Sorry I ain't call you back, same problem my father had All this time, all he had, all he had And what he dreamed, all his cash Market crashed, hurt him bad People get divorced for that Dropped some stacks, pops is good Mama passed in Hollywood If you ask, lost my soul Drivin' fast, lost control Off the road, jaw was broke 'Member we all was broke 'Member I'm comin' back I'll be takin' all the stacks, oh [Verse 2: Desiigner & Kanye West] I got broads in Atlanta Twistin' dope, lean, and the Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Hittin' off licks in the bando Takin' all the stacks, oh Black X6, Phantom White X6 looks like a panda Stacks, oh Going out like I'm Montana Hundred killers, hundred hammers Black X6, Phantom White X6, panda Pockets swole, Danny Sellin' bar, candy Man I'm the macho like Randy The choppa go Oscar for Grammy Bitch nigga, pull up ya panty Hope you killas understand me [Chorus: Kanye West & Desiigner] I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Hey) I just wanna feel liberated, I, I, I (Panda) Panda, panda, panda, panda Takin' all the stacks, oh Panda, panda, panda Stacks, oh Takin' all the stacks, oh [Verse 3: Desiigner & Kanye West] I got broads in Atlanta Twist the dope, lean and shit, sippin' Fanta Stacks, oh Credit cards and the scammers Wake up Versace, shit life Desiigner Takin' all the stacks, oh Whole bunch of lavish shit They be askin' 'round town who be clappin' shit I be pullin' up stuff in the Phantom ship I got plenty of stuff of Bugatti, whip look how I try this shit Black X6, Phantom White X6, killin' on camera [Outro: Pastor T. L. Barrett] My joy