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Six Kids, Seven Dads, and Warts 2 by Kyle

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Six Kids, Seven Dads, and Warts 2 by Kyle - Hip Hop,neutral vocals music cover art

Six Kids, Seven Dads, and Warts 2

Hip Hop,neutral vocals

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(Intro) Uh, yeah, we livin’ life, No money, no worries, just the love of the fight. Six kids runnin' wild, Seven baby daddies, oh what a life! (Verse 1) Six little stars in a big ol’ sky, Got dreams so high, they just wanna fly. But the struggle is real, can’t deny the pain, Seven baby daddies playin’ their games. Bills stackin’ up, yeah, we barely get by, But I’m holdin’ my head up, I’ll reach for the sky. Love comes in many forms, it’s a beautiful mess, In this crazy life, we’re just doin’ our best. (Chorus) Six kids, seven dads, we’re breakin’ the mold, Love’s the currency, more precious than gold. Through the trials and the storms, we’re never apart, With every heartbeat, we’re makin’ our art. (Verse 2) Genital warts, yeah, we carry our scars, Life’s a wild ride, with all of its bars. But laughter’s the remedy, we rise above, We’re a patchwork family, united in love. They say we’re broke, but we’re rich in our dreams, Six little warriors, bursting at the seams. With every hug and every cheer, We’re building a legacy, loud and clear. (Chorus) Six kids, seven dads, we’re breakin’ the mold, Love’s the currency, more precious than gold. Through the trials and the storms, we’re never apart, With every heartbeat, we’re makin’ our art. (Bridge) So let the world judge, let ’em cast their stones, We’re a tribe of misfits, we’re carving our thrones. With every laugh, with every tear, We’re writing our story, loud and clear. (Outro) Six kids, seven dads, we’re livin’ our truth, A tapestry woven with the threads of our youth. So here’s to the journey, the highs and the lows, In this beautiful chaos, our love only grows! (Chorus) Six kids, seven dads, we’re breakin’ the mold, Love’s the currency, more precious than gold. Through the trials and the storms, we’re never apart, With every heartbeat, we’re makin’ our art.