Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All for You, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 12.09.2005
Song language: English
All for You |
| Uh, Deah Pops |
| It’s your boy |
| I got some things I want to say to you, man |
| Just a couple of words |
| Bear with me |
| Gimme a minute |
| Time to face it |
| Sitting in the middle of the basement |
| Holding a jack |
| How I’m anticipating he 'gon call me back |
| Got so much on my mind |
| Ain’t no holding it back |
| In fact, I give a fuck how he 'gon react |
| Through my first nineteen |
| Asking where he at |
| Never seen him in the spots where we be at |
| For the next couple hours I sat til the phone rang |
| No luck or no cigar |
| So I said to myself I’ll try tomorr' |
| Me and my Vincent left out |
| Went to shoot play some ball |
| Came back, had message like 'this your pa' |
| Then I took to the phone |
| Conversation was raw |
| Shit, I had to let him know that his child was scarred |
| And right now we working through our mess |
| But I had to get some shit off my chest |
| So bear with me, y’all |
| Just want to take the time to let you know |
| Sometimes it’s hard to let my feelings show |
| The thoughts of guarantees are really so |
| This is all for you, you |
| I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored you |
| I remember being young wanting to play with you |
| Cause you was a wild and crazy dude |
| And now I understand why my momma couldn’t never stay with you |
| From the roots to the branches to the leaves |
| They say apples don’t fall far from the trees |
| I used to find it hard to believe |
| And I swore that I would |
| Always hold my family as long as I could |
| But damn |
| Our memories can be so misleading |
| It’s misery |
| I hate to see history repeating |
| Thought you were the bad guy |
| But I guess that’s why |
| Me and my girl split |
| And my son is leaving |
| I did chores, did bills, and did dirt |
| But I swear to God I tried to make that shit work |
| 'Til I came off tour to an empty house |
| With all the dressers and the cabinets emptied out |
| I think I must’ve went insane |
| Thinking I was in love, but really in chains |
| Trapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my name |
| I tried to stop tripping |
| But yo, I couldn’t and the plot thickened |
| That shit affected me, largely |
| Because I know a lot of people want me |
| To fail as a father |
| And the thought of that haunts me |
| Especially when I check my rear-view mirror |
| And don’t see him in his car seat |
| So the next time it’s late at night |
| And I’m laid up with the woman I’mma make my wife |
| Talking 'bout how we 'gon make a life |
| I’m thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rights |
| Cause that’s the only outcome if you can’t make it right |
| Pissed off with your children feeling the same pain |
| So, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn’t maintain |
| I did the same thing |
| The same thing |