| I can’t sing it I feel like singin
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| I wanna fucking sing
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| Cos i’m happy
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| Yeh, i’m happy
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| HaHa
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| I got my baby back
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| Yo, check it out
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| Verse #1 Sung
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| Some days i sit, staring out the window
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| Watchin’this world pass me by Sometimes i think theres nothing to live for
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| I almost break down and cry
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| Somtimes i think i’m crazy
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| I’m crazy, oh so crazy
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| Why am i here, am i just wasting my time?
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| But then i see my baby
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| Suddenly i’m not crazy
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| It all makes sense when i look into her eyes
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| Somtimes it feels like the world’s on my shoulders
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| Everyone’s leaning on me Cos sometimes it feels like the world’s almost over
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| But then she come back to me Verse #2 Sung
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| My baby girl (hailey laughs) keeps gettin’older
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| I watch her grow up with pride
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| People make jokes, cos they don’t understand me They just dont see my real side
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| I act like shit, dont phase me,
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| Inside it drives me crazy
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| My insecurities could eat me alive
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| But then i see my baby
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| Suddenly i’m not crazy
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| It all makes sense when i look into her eyes
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| Verse #3 Rapped
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| Yeh and if i could sing, i’d keep singing this song to my daughter
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| If i could hit the notes, i’d blow something as long as my father
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| To show her how i feel about her, how proud i am that i got 'er
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| God, im a daddy, im so glad that her mum didn’t *censored* (want her)
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| Now you prob’ly get this picture from my public persona
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| That i’m a pistol-packing drug-addict who bags on his momma,
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| But i wanna just take this time out to be perfectly honest
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| Cos there’s a lot of shit i keep bottled that hurts deep inside o’ma soul,
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| And just know that i grow colder the older i grow
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| This boulder on my shoulder that gets heavy and harder to hold
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| And this load is like the weight of the world
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| And i think my neck is breaking should i just give up Or try to live up to these expectations? |
| now look,
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| I love my daughter more than life in itself,
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| But i got a wife who’s determined to make my life living hell
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| But i handle it well, given the circumstances i’m dealt
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| So many chances, man, it’s too bad, coulda had someone else
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| But the years that i’ve wasted are nothing to the tears that ive tasted
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| So here’s what im facin: 3 felonies, 6 years of probation
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| I’ve went to jail for this woman, i’ve been to bat for this woman
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| I’ve taken bats to people’backs, bent over backwards for this woman
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| Man, i shoulda seen it comin, why’d i stick my penis uppin?
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| Woulda ripped the pre-nup if i’d seen what she was fuckin
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| But fuck it, it’s over, there’s no more reason to cry no more
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| I got my baby, maybe the only lady that i adore, haley
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| So sayonara, try tomorra, nice to know ya My baby’s travelled back to the arms of her rightful owner
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| And suddenly it seems that my shoulder blades have just shifted
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| Its like the greatest gift you can get
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| The weight has been lifted
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| Outro — Spoken
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| Woow!
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| I told you, i can’t sing.
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| Oh well, i tried
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| Haley, remember when i said
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| If you ever need anything, daddy will be right there?
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| Well guess what, daddy’s here.
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| And i ain’t goin nowhere baby
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| I love you (kiss) |