| Momma calls it tough love
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| I call it not enough
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| Told me, «Toughen up»
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| But I’ve been beaten, I’ve been shoved
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| I just need a crutch
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| Say, «He just like that, bubby, he ain’t that in touch
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| With all that lovey-dove stuff»
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| But I just want a hug
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| Or just a conversation once
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| Is that too much
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| For me to ask a father of?
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| I know I got you, momma, but I ask God above
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| Why He put another dad in my life if I can only go to mom
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| 'Cause he don’t like to talk, he don’t like to play
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| If I ask if we could throw the ball, «No, not today»
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| Every day
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| And I still go to ask in hopes the answer might change
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| But every single time it hasn’t, I can’t help but overthink
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| Maybe dad isn’t too fond of me
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| Compared the bond to mom and me
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| And I see someone by my side and someone who don’t wanna be
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| But maybe he’s just tired, or maybe he’s just tired of me
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| I seen him with my brother, wish he spared some time for me
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| So I just started praying to the father up above me
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| Maybe we could talk, laugh it up up in the front seat
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| Know this might be much, maybe one day he could hug me
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| Maybe I could hear him once tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Just once
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Just once
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| But momma say she been through it, too
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| Her daddy was a cold-hearted man sippin' the booze
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| He ain’t the type to fit a suit, from his head to his shoes
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| The man was leathered up and never thought twice to leather his wife,
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| mother of two
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| All he did was work and drink, nothing sat in between
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| With every sip, his heart shrunk, and momma’s would sink
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| She had to fend for herself, eventually had me
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| And with all that going on, she grew up in a blink
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| Her daddy’s old now, she taking care of him
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| He grew sick, momma made sure she was there for him
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| She helped him eat, shower, sleep, despite his narrative
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| Found out it was cancer, and sadly, there he went
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| She cried and cried like it was unseen
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| In just telling me this, she had to hug me
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| But days before he died, when I had helped him upheave
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| For the very first time pulled me close, and he told me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Just once
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Just once
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Tell me that he loves me
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| Just once |