| If I could rewind time like a tape
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| Inside a boombox, one day for every pill or Percocet that I ate
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| Cut down on the Valium, I’da heard everything
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| But death is turning so definite—wait!
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| They got me all hooked up to some machine
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| I love you, Bean, didn’t want you to know I was struggling
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| Feels like I’m underwater submerged like a submarine
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| Just heard that nurse say, my liver and kidneys aren’t functioning
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| Been flirtatious with death, skirt-chasing, I guess
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| It’s arrivederci, same nurse, just heard say they’re unplugging me
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| And it’s your birthday, Jade, I’m missing your birthday
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| Baby girl, I’m sorry, I fucking hate when you hurt, Hai
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| And sweeties, thank you for waiting to open gifts
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| But, girls, you can just open 'em
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| Dad ain’t making it home for Christmas
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| Wish I had the strength to just blow a kiss
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| I go to make a fist, but I can’t make one, I’m frozen stiff
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| I yell, but nothing comes out, I’m crying inside, I shout
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| My vocal cords won’t permit me, I scream, but it’s not aloud
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| You put your arm around Momma to calm her, wow
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| I just thought about the aisle I’ll never get to walk us down
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| Never see you graduate in your caps and gowns
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| It’s 'bout to be 2008, how’s this happening now?
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| I’ve got so much more to do
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| And, Proof, I’m truly sorry if I let you down, but this tore me in two
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| The thought of no more me and you
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| You gave me shoes, Nikes like new for me for school
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| Doody, I’m trying, but you, you were the glue that binded
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| So many things—time, I’d give anything to rewind it
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| I had to walk down my halls and constantly be reminded
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| By pictures all on my walls and I couldn’t sleep at night 'cause
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| That image burned in my brain of you on that table
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| Me falling across your body, not able to stand to save you
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| God, why did you take him?
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| I’m tryna keep his legacy alive, but I’m dying, where’s Nathan?
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| Little ladies, be brave, take care of your mother
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| Smile pretty for pictures, always cherish each other
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| I’ll always love ya, and I’ll be in the back of your memory
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| And I know you’ll never forget me
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| Just don’t get sad when remembering
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| And, little bro, keep making me proud
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| You better marry that girl 'cause she’s faithfully down
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| And when you’re exchanging those sacred vows
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| Just know that if I could be there, I would
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| And should you ever see parenthood, I know you’ll be good at it
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| Oh, almost forgot to do something, thank my father too
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| I actually learned a lot from you
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| You taught me what not to do
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| And, Mom, wish I’d have had the chance
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| To have one last heart-to-heart honest and open talk with you
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| Doody, I see you, I go to walk to you
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| And I can feel my soul leave my body and float across the room
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| Nurses lean over the bed, pulling tubes out
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| Then the sheet over my head, shut the room down
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| Girls, please don’t get upset
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| I see them cheeks soaking and wet
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| As you squeeze hold of my neck, so forcibly, don’t wanna let
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| Me go, pillow drenched, emotional wrecks
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| With every second, each closer to death
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| But suddenly I feel my heart begin to beat slow
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| Then a breath, machines go (*beep beep beep*)
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| Must’ve guessed the cheat codes to this shit
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| I’m tryna rewind time like a tape
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| Find an escape, make a beeline, try and awake
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| From this dream, I need to re-find my inner strength
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| To remind me, even if a steep climb I must take
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| To rewrite a mistake, I’m rewinding the tape
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| (I don’t want it!)
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| I’ll put out this last album, then I’m done with it
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| One hundred percent finished, fed up with it
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| I’m hanging it up, fuck it!
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| Excuse the cursing, baby, but just know
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| That I’m a good person, though they portray me as cold
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| And if things should worsen, but I bet you they won’t
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| I’m pledging to throw this methadone in the toilet
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| Shred these old letters I wrote
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| All that old pathetic loathing, closing credits can roll
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| I’m proud to be back
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| I’m 'bout to, like a rematch, outdo Relapse
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| With Recovery, Mathers LP2
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| Help propel me to victory laps
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| Gas toward 'em and fast forward the past
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| Consider them last four minutes as
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| The song I’da sang to my daughters
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| If I’da made it to the hospital less than 2 hours later, but I fought it
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| And came back like a boomerang on 'em
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| Now a new day is dawnin'
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| I’m up, Tuesday, it’s mornin'—now I know
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| (*Toilet flush*) |