Dar-Eh Da Da Du - Young Fathers

A man wonders to know with a helping hands

You tell me that it’s pointless

But I got reasons

Father hands me money

To go and buy a suit

Something for his service

Makin' sure it’s black

Uncle’s getting married

I wish I knew him better

Everybody’s gonna be there

All my cousins and my bruda

Hey

Run rabbit

Run, run rabbit

Inhabit

The voice of our commanders

All that matters

While you’re lying in the shadow

Faced with rubber battle

Be careful not to trample

Take the life out the apple

Take the screws out the handle

What becomes of the handle

Is nothing you can’t handle

Runnin' out of ammo

Joggin' in stilettos

With a glass of amaretto

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh, oh

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Enjoy I will

In all circumstance

Gladly should

Leave it all to chance

And now my friend

We can leave or dance

Spoil her plans

Could it be romance?

Left her face on the pillow

Outside in the veranda

Sexual innuendos

Before the time of slumber

Gather with others

The gift of flowers

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

Sharing, caring, gardeners

Still remains, very hungry

Reaps the fruit of all his labor

When the weather’s stormy

Plant your seed in your maiden’s bower

She falls down and, uh

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls, uh

She falls to her knees

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour

Plant your seed in your maiden sour

She falls to her knees

And the milk turns sour…