Daddies Eyes Lyrics - By Weike

Dear Jacob
I know you sittin there patiently
Wonder what you'll look like
Have to just Wait and see/

Cant wait to look in your eyes
An have you Facin me /
Thinking if you'll have the 
Same black gold face as me/

Im thinking like 
when grown if we'll Think alike 
my little king 
From god your my new Gift of life 

Think about you randomly so 
i rarely rave much/ 
Think about you before sleep
And when I wake up/

We Wondered what your gender be -
Tho you try conceal the scan revealed and 
It Gave me a new sense of being /

my little angel
My unborn little son/
the most perfect thing
That i think ive ever done/

Now your coming i feeling 
The Pressures on 
Cause I have to be a better 
person than I ever was/

Through Words I connect 
From a father to a son -
From my heart express warmth
From now till your born /

Chorus 

Look in Daddy's eyes -
Daddy won't lie -
Rocka by by 
Baby dont cry 
Your the Rock of my life /
X2

Son As you go 
You'll make mistake of your own
But it's the only way to grow
and that's the way life goes/

We Gave you breathe 
Now im Tryin to get My paper set, nicely to assist And aid your steps /
Smile with happiness and joy
thanking The Lord 
hard to believe I'm soon 
having a baby little boy/
 Thinking if you'll be like me 
Probably Driven 
your outcomes your income
Make informed decisions 

I wonder what you gona be 
A Lawyer A doctor An architect 
Maybe someone thats Creative/

Before you make your choices tho
Make sure you Look it through /
Be Humble but never 
let no one bully you/

Once you get what you want 
you've got something to loose/
So guard your harvest 
Cause most people are cruel/

Through Words I connect 
From a father to a son -
From my heart express warmth
From now until your born /

Chorus


Look in daddies eyes
A reflection of I 
science states you as a x and a y 
But it's deeper a sun
your genes rests inthe skies/
The son of man rise from love
And reSet inthe night/

You know daddies deep
Cause daddy reads /
Apparently 
igbos Are Black Pharisees /
Can it be/

Im sitting here thinkin 
Bout your flesh and bone
the blood your temple holds
Is as precious as gold/

So mind how you spill it 
Mind how you living 
Keep everything measured 
This Life is so explicit 

To play this track loud 
I'm anxious /
Put it to your mums stomach
Just To witness your reactions 

Before you hear this 
my baby'll be born/
my father Re-born again 
in this new form/

Through Words I connect 
From a father to a son -
From my heart express warmth
From now till your born /

Chorus 

DADDIES EYES Download from itunes 7th Jan

Son of Man | Lyrics by Weike

1 pillow, 2 of us,1 sheet/
Same vision different thoughts
Babe just the 1 dream
sex all night then proceed
To a Long sleep, I've got strength 
But 7 days of loving Makes 1 weak,
There's 52 weeks in a year
But only one of me/
4 seasons of change so baby 
Save one for me/ 
When her moons awake 
And my suns asleep
arrive early When I hear her whispers weeks
Please come for me,

I don't write verses 
This is Astrology
I stopped hanging with stars 
Since mars tried Sunning me
Orbit these thoughts 
But Only when my Bourough sleeps
And there's a midnight blanket
Covering london streets

Remember jo use to make fun of me-
Funny jo's now callin 
to borrow funds of me
I ain't even ask for this Luxury 
Just wanted my son to 
Grow up living comfortably/

Chorus 
Ima son to a father 
A Father to a son /
And I pray to my father
For my son 
In the name of the 
father and the son/
X2

Let's resite what you and I learn 
Close our eyes watching the Sky turn 
Heavens inside of us 
And the Stars align in every word
Babe It's like U and i verse/

Our sons the sun 
And U and I earth /

Now Seeing what my eyes yearn 

we made in hes image  
so the alters in side of us 
So you and i church/

Melt down bars
This is alchemy/

Roof of Cepheus 
is housing we/
when down on my knees 
On the cross even had 
my own desciples there 
doubting me 

Back then no one cared for us
Now it seems everyone's 
there for us
I ain't even ask for this Luxury -
Just want my son to 
be dark and as bright as me

Chorus
Ima son to a father 
A Father to a son /
And I pray to my father
For my son 
In the name of the 
father and the son/
Amen.


SON OF MAN

I REMEMBER

I REMEMBER Feat O'Connor {Prod J-Reliance)

Produced By MillsTaken from Weike's Unreleased Materials 2009

Built from the Strong Feat AC

WEIKE -   THE KEYBOARD 

First verse

If this heart was a keyboard
what thoughts would you write/
What sort would you find 
to describe our relation
what word would you type/

I know your upset with me -
And even vex with me
truth is the more of you I see
the more I see the less of me/
And that's de-pressing me/

But I ain't a keyboard 
So Pushing my button like that 
 Is offending me/

And I ain't a keyboard can't take
Your index on my temple pressin me/

I don't wana mess this/
let's control f this
Find love Backspace back home Retrace our past /
easy to control s this/

Your friends said I f'd 1
now I really wana F1
I Feel to Cut like Control x /
to a peaceful place 
that be holding no stress/

But now I see what you see/
Seems this is all we can be/

Feel like I'm forced to defeat 
So here's my space bar
Control -alt- delete /

Chorus
I think it's best to leave this 
I don't really need this/

We don't even communicate
For us I think it is too late/

My heart is on the floor
Can't take this no more /

So I'm about to roll out
peace out please jus let me go/

Second verse:

I wish I can type this
Whole verse on your chest-
With a Single push /

I wish I can type this
On your hearts keyboard-
with a single look/

But your buttons are 
num Locked/
She Don't even feel when 
You pressing her/

Your fingers undressing her 
thoughts 
She says babe stop here cause
You upsetting her /

But won't change your mind
still wana PRESS Knowing 
She aint your TYPE/
computer love
to a computer bug-
She refuse to unlock 
So you moved her up/

Fustrated he started hitting her

Next thing you know he's kissing her

LVE with a missing O
it fell off her chest
Slowly this love is killing her/

They say love is blind 
Such is life 
For a young girl growing up/

Told her watch the signs 
watch these types 
till your grown and Old enough/

But now controlling her feet
Holding her speech 
felt low in discreet/

You closed your eyes at night and wished u could somehow 
You could control alt delete/

Chorus:

THE KEYBOARD (Lyrics in Description) **Video now on youtube**

WEIKE - The 18 (lyrics)

She's 18 Tryina get her 
money right/
Like the other girls 
she's Was nothing like/
I was 19 Tryina get my
Hussle right/
Stolen phones and jewelry 
I was flossing like/

Came with her friends 
we all catching jokes/
Priory park inthe dark
Bare flashing phones/

Never clocked or knew 
That she was watching me /
moved with wells 
backthen he was cuttin weed/

So we made moves
Never stayed long/
In one place skipped boroughs it's the 
same song/

Didnt say much
But when our eyes met/
She left a note too heavy 
Then to digest/

We was both young 
she was 18/
I was 19 in and outta fight scenes/

never cared much 
If she was there such/
Till i got arrested and saw
Her falling tears drops/


Chorus:
Dear 18 we was young then
We never knew we was wrong then
X4

19, Grown looking older/
Shopping With her mum 
But still looking over/

She Waved at me 
But I turnt my head/
Friends noticed
But yet not a word was said/

Bout to rob a store
Acted like I never cared/

But there was something 
Deep down that I never shared/

I wanted to 
but didn't know how/

Back When I was young 
I was a cold child/

I never knew,
How it all effected her /
Or understand how
my actions  arrested her/

Swollowed my pride 
followed my stride

bought her a present to 
Try mend the hole/
Knocked on her door 
Then left a rose/

How I really felt
seems she'll never know/
All these emotion 
I'll never get to show/
too late to explain 
Plus I heard she left a note /


Chorus:

How I really felt
seems she'll never know/

All these emotion 
Guess I'll never show/

too late to explain 
I heard she left a note /
Mustav been before I knocked
Then left a rose/

She was Found hanging 
from a threaded rope/

Dear lord  i beg you 
Please bless her soul/

All these emotion 
Guess I'll never show/

Dear lord  i beg you 
Please bless her soul/

Chorus:

THE 18 (Lyrics in Description)

The TV Lyrics - By Weike

Loves to be watched 
Hate the remote Stuck in her lust 
My baby loves to be touched /
so every night in cuming in front/
 
Got my fingers on her chest
pressing upon her breast gently/
 
Changed her channel 
Do it manual cause she let's me/
 
I use to open my books thighs 
and place my tounge in/
But now on the sofa I press 
Her nipples whilst I'm watching/
 
Low light inthe dark she's so bright/
Whisper in my ears so polite 
openin My Closin eyes/
 
information she feeds
gladly I accept/
 
During conversations with her 
Thoughts Gladly I erect /
 
I know my friends watch 
her curves On a sly/
Turning a eye/
but for real tho you know mans
Are churning inside/
 
I Get upset when then watch her
or extend their finger to touch 
Refuse to be turnt on 
So at times I snuff her/
 
I was raised by the tv 
in 1980's/
My first crush
that tv screen kinda changed me/
 
Now ina relation
I can't stop watching her eyes/
Stuck im hypnotise 
the way she be fucking my mind/
 
Bareback no glasses
Hate when my links ask if/
I can turn her down a slight
When they round at mines/
 
I was raised by the tv 
in 1980's/
My first crush
that tv screen kinda changed me/
X2
 
Now Im burning up, 
What makes it worst 
she ain't turning on/
Think my north attitude be turning her off/
 
Now I see her for the real her 
She loves to be seen, 
brothers watching her dream
locked in her scenes
stuck in their seats/
 
Showing them hell in disguise
Adverts 
hd telling me lies /
In her perceptions  
manys buried alive/
 
When I was young she was there
to baby sit/
now looking in her face
Fucking Made me sick /
 
 
My baby's was my tv 
And this week I'm throwing her out/
 
Pushing her buttons 
Aint seeming to work no more/
 
My magic touch
Can't turn her on neither /
For change I'm eager/
might have to take her out to haringey passage and leave her/
Look
My Remote control her thoughts
Days are over/
No more changing over/
Feel like I hate to have known her
 
We was raised by the tv 
in 1980's/
Our first crush
that tv screen kinda changed us/
 
Intermission.
 
Second Verse:
 
We was raised by the tv 
inthe 1980's /
our first crush that tv screen 
kinda changed us/
 
 
Back then her body was thicker
Glimpsed towards her durin dinner
But i lost interest/
maybe cause her back offs 
Getting thinner/
 
We was raised by the tv 
in 1980's/
Our first crush
that tv screen kinda changed us/

Weike (@thinkweike)

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