| Tears still rolling down my face
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| Simple fact it being Father’s Day
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| My confidence was confiscated
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| More confrontations, shortened patience
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| I’m aggravated, agitated
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| Hate to say this, I ain’t been a father lately
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| And I feel like I been a screw up
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| But then again everybody needs to tune up
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| Self observation, conversations
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| Choices made, I’m tryna find some confirmation
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| Damn, how the fuck did I get here though?
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| My own pops wasn’t round to see his kids grow
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| And I be damned if I follow where his foots go
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| My baby mom took my kids about a year ago
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| I can’t lie, shit is hard, she don’t get it though
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| Every day the kids asking where their daddy go
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| Shit, still praying for a better way
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| I visualise good times when I meditate
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| To be alone on my own on this Father’s Day
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| Tears still rolling down my face
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| To God I pray
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| To each his own, I can’t condone
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| I compensate, the weed relates
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| And freeze the mind of my mistakes
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| I smoke and drink, I contemplate
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| I start to think, I hate my baby mama
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| But that ain’t true, but that ain’t you
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| Wear my shoes, I bet you couldn’t fit in 'em if you tried to
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| I’m sick of lies, I’m tired of what I’m going through
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| It all starts with your kids not knowing you
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| Am I putting too much time in this vocal booth?
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| Am I spending too much time with my new boo?
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| Or do you do it for your fam or the new coupe?
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| Holidays of change ain’t what I’m used to
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| I was tryna refrain from doing court moves
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| Never, ever a fan of doing court rooms
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| Too many regrets, it’s all in my head
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| It’s really not true cause all that I do was for my kids, damn
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| Living on edge, I’m praying for help
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| It’s Father’s Day and I’m feeling like I hate myself
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| I hate this fame and sometimes, I hate this game
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| But it’s gon' change, yeah yeah, this shit gon' change
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| Happy Father’s Day
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| Hate it had to be this way
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| Happy Father’s Day
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| I hate it had to be this way
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| My heart beats this way
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| That why my heart beats this way
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| I hate it had to be this way
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| As the tears rolling down my eyes
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| One day, wonder if my girl think it’s kinda weaker to cry
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| Baby mom sending threats, tryna seek and divide
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| Attitude hella rude cause I’m happy inside
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| Met a queen, Lord knows he just give me a sign
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| Who gon' grab my hand? |
| Who gon' wipe my tears?
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| She gon' pat me on the back like it’s alright, my dear
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| Still wishing every day I had my grandma here
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| But hey, that’s the way that life is though
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| We all living just to die, the way this script goes
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| Shit, no answers, screaming fuck cancer
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| Staring at a pic of my son, he so handsome
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| First born, my baby girl, it’s so special
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| FaceTime to see 'em smile and say I love 'em
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| First Father’s Day alone, I had to suffer
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| Still counting blessings cause they ain’t got to struggle, Lord
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| Happy Father’s Day
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| Hate it had to be this way
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| Happy Father’s Day
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| I hate it had to be this way
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| My heart beats this way
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| That why my heart beats this way
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| I hate it had to be this way
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| See a nigga going through
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| Make a change what I’m going through
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| Sometimes people never understand 'til it all hits the fan
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| Should have listened to 'em, warned you
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| But that’s life and we never get to do it twice
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| I understand not many of us ever get it right
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| But hopefully you kinda close before you see the light
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| The realest shit I ever wrote in my whole life
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| Yeah, and to my son and my beautiful daughter
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| I’m sorry I wasn’t better for you and your brother
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| That bad blood in between me and your mother
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| We both did things back and forth to each other
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| I apologize, go and dry your eyes
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| There’s gon' come a time when it’s all aligned, daddy’s singing you them
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| lullaby’s
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| Me and baby boy, throwing up the high five
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| And baby girl probably passing me the pompoms
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| Not mine but on God’s time
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| Still wishing y’all was close cause I know the way that time flies
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| On this day I was really in my feelings
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| Roll another blunt cause I been trying not to feel it
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| Tears falling down on the pad on what I’ve written
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| Part of me just gotta forgive, my daddy missing
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| Cause I am nothing like him
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| I’m so unlike you, going through it like them
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| Shit, growing up right in front of your eyes
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| Far from the perfect that we seeking to find
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| There’s a beauty in the struggle when you growing inside
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| All my insecurities just on a platter besides
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| I’m alive, I’m alive
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| And besides, shit, I’m alive
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| Happy Father’s Day
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| Hate it had to be this way
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| Happy Father’s Day
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| I hate it had to be this way
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| My heart beats this way
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| That why my heart beats this way
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| Love y’all |