| For you, dad. |
| Who wouldn’t knew that,
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| Your little boy wouldn’t do too bad,
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| Off a few tracks … already thought it was a new fav,
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| Now I’m moving off overseas to pursue that,
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| They wouldn’t have a clue that I was yours,
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| I grew up in South … you were on the shore,
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| And my head is yet black, you’re kinda blonde,
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| Boys at the park with their dads they would ask where mine is gone,
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| It ain’t right or wrong, this is reality,
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| But don’t you ever think I didn’t grow up happily,
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| I can’t remember one time you were mad at me,
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| Even when I left the lights on and killed the battery,
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| … Thinking I was on a space ship,
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| Man, if that was mama I would have got my face hit,
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| My brother told me that life is on a slave ship,
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| My other brother told me I should never take shit,
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| … He can’t even hear, man,
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| My brother-in-law, he ain’t even here, man,
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| Taking two …
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| Still a king in my eyes, you don’t have to wear a crown,
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| You can build things I can never get my head around,
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| … hands, I can only tear it down,
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| And I hate to see the world tryna' wear you down,
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| But I swear I’ll never let you down.
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| So write your name here, and your address too,
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| Then when I send this postcard, keep it close to you,
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| Promise you that I’ll make it, swear I ain’t no fool,
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| And there ain’t anything I won’t do,
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| If I gotta go to hell I’ll take it,
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| 'Cause I’m gon' make it, for you,
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| For you, and you, and you, and you.
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| For you I run laps for miles, just so I can see you crack a smile,
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| And nobody can replace you, they lack of style,
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| Really, and my mother’s some, but it ain’t half as …
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| And I can decide who I’d be without you,
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| I’ve been designing my dreams around you,
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| Since I was 5 years old, told you I’d buy you the …
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| When you took me to farmers to buy me clothes,
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| Now I finally know that you really did live for me,
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| And my three sibling gave everything,
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| And I admire you more that you’d ever think,
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| I’m ashamed of myself now 'cause I never ringed,
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| Must as I should, caught up with my own bullshit,
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| Gotta love the way my mom …
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| Straight up lady raised a straight up baby,
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| And the only place we’re going now, straight up, baby.
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| So write your name here, and your address too,
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| Then when I send this postcard, keep it close to you,
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| Promise you that I’ll make it, swear I ain’t no fool,
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| And there ain’t anything I won’t do,
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| If I gotta go to hell I’ll take it,
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| 'Cause I’m gon' make it, for you,
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| For you, and you, and you, and you,
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| For you, and you, and you, and you. |