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Dear Jacob |
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I won't take up too much of you time |
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I know you're trying to get your video game-grind on |
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And that's fine |
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Just gimme a second to empty my face |
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Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase |
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I've been watching you man |
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I'm proud of you man |
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You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can |
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I know you understand |
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Why I go out of town |
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I also know my days are colder when you're not around |
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Sometimes I wonder what it's like to be adapted to the fact |
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That daddy never lived inside the same shack |
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And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach's pit |
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It's what I get |
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I'm convinced it's my punishment |
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For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar |
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In some city with some people I don't know |
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For all the times that the lines on your face |
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Reminded me of the days before the dragonflies escaped |
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It trips me out how you pick up all my traits |
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From the way that you spit to the fists that you make |
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I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy |
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Daddy learned that from you |
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You're supposed to learn that from daddy |
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I can't teach much when it comes to women |
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I drive safe and slow but don't know nothing 'bout the engine |
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You're doing good little man thats all I really meant |
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I love you |
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You're my best friend, thanks for listening |
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Dear Craig |
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What up bones? How it goes? |
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Yeah, me? Well, you know, you know, same old, same old |
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Sorry that the phone calls ain't too routine |
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Just been runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing |
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Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast |
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And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed |
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Other times I'm not sittin' on enough cash |
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And other times today feels too much like the past |
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Sometimes at night I would watch y'all fight |
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A child wonderin' |
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Why your life just ain't alright? |
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What's the violence about? Why's it in my house? |
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And even the memories are turned up too loud |
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Yeah, I got some issues in my head |
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Knew we should've started fixing 'em back when she left you |
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I'm not trying to get you down, I know you're different now |
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But your little man just wants you to listen now |
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I'm over thirty, can't maintain relations |
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All these women wanna hurt me and I just don't have the patience |
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I can't trust 'em |
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And they're not much help |
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When they start to push and pull the buttons I don't trust myself |
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What pride, fists, and words just might do? |
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I'm afraid of my fate, don't wanna turn out like you |
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I've never hit a woman |
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I won't do coke |
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And for that alone I love you and I wanna thank you old man |
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Dear Sean |
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What's goin' on? |
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Not much to say |
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Just checkin' in wit'cha trying to see what's wrong today |
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I know there's gotta be something kickin' your bruises |
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How's the love? How's the music? How's the self-abusiveness? |
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You've got a lot to lose, it's breakin' your shoulders |
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So you let your paranoia place your bets for you |
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Too many cigarettes, messin' up your voice |
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Too many arguments, tryin' to test your poise |
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The only women that love you are fans and family |
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Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly |
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No heavy rotation |
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In any location |
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You're not ready to face that you have no steady vocation |
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Plus you're gettin' old, your raps are exhausted |
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Stop it, everybody knows that you've lost it |
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Singin' for these kids you don't know |
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When you should be at home with your own instead you're on your telephone |
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Fightin' with your girl like it's you against the world |
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Another drunk hotel bedroom corner curled up like a naked fetus |
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Come and save him Jesus |
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Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas |
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Sometimes you're not impressed with the work you've done |
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And love isn't love if you didn't hurt someone |
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Your son says, "Hi dad. |
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Your dad says, "Whats up?" |
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And me, I wanna thank you, but I won't, I'll just say, "Good luck." |
