
Ocean Skies Ludacris (Ft. Monica)
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[Intro: Kanye West + Ludacris]
(Applause)
And the winner, for the best rap album goes to
Ludacris it’s your year baby
(Applause)
[Ludacris]
This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now
I appreciate your prayers
Mr. Wayne Bridges
I love you
[Ludacris Talking]
Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
You're still living through me
Listen
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Look, I lost my father to the bottle
I'd hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow
Got a enough sorrow for a lifetime
Cause when he was living I'm thinking how do I get him to listen
When he was seldom in his right mind
My early years I was too young to understand
But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans
Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments
Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it
Got a little older and he got a little worse
Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed
Well, tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops
The beat goes on, but the drinking's gotta stop
(Applause)
And the winner, for the best rap album goes to
Ludacris it’s your year baby
(Applause)
[Ludacris]
This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now
I appreciate your prayers
Mr. Wayne Bridges
I love you
[Ludacris Talking]
Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
You're still living through me
Listen
[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Look, I lost my father to the bottle
I'd hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow
Got a enough sorrow for a lifetime
Cause when he was living I'm thinking how do I get him to listen
When he was seldom in his right mind
My early years I was too young to understand
But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans
Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments
Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it
Got a little older and he got a little worse
Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed
Well, tell me what's the cure for a man who miss his pops
The beat goes on, but the drinking's gotta stop
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