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[Rapper Big Pooh] |
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Uh, Deah Pops |
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It's your boy |
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I got some things I want to say to you, man |
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Just a couple of words |
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Bear with me |
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Gimme a minute |
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Time to face it |
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Sitting in the middle of the basement |
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Holding a jack |
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How I'm anticipating he 'gon call me back |
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Got so much on my mind |
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Ain't no holding it back |
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In fact, I give a fuck how he 'gon react |
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Through my first nineteen |
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Asking where he at |
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Never seen him in the spots where we be at |
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For the next couple hours I sat til the phone rang |
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No luck or no cigar |
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So I said to myself I'll try tomorr' |
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Me and my Vincent left out |
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Went to shoot play some ball |
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Came back, had message like 'this your pa' |
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Then I took to the phone |
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Conversation was raw |
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Shit, I had to let him know that his child was scarred |
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And right now we working through our mess |
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But I had to get some shit off my chest |
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So bear with me, y'all |
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[Chorus] |
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Just want to take the time to let you know |
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Sometimes it's hard to let my feelings show |
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The thoughts of guarantees are really so |
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This is all for you, you |
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[Phonte] |
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I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored you |
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I remember being young wanting to play with you |
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Cause you was a wild and crazy dude |
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And now I understand why my momma couldn't never stay with you |
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From the roots to the branches to the leaves |
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They say apples don't fall far from the trees |
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I used to find it hard to believe |
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And I swore that I would |
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Always hold my family as long as I could |
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But damn |
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Our memories can be so misleading |
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It's misery |
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I hate to see history repeating |
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Thought you were the bad guy |
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But I guess that's why |
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Me and my girl split |
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And my son is leaving |
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I did chores, did bills, and did dirt |
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But I swear to God I tried to make that shit work |
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'Til I came off tour to an empty house |
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With all the dressers and the cabinets emptied out |
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I think I must've went insane |
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Thinking I was in love, but really in chains |
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Trapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my name |
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I tried to stop tripping |
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But yo, I couldn't and the plot thickened |
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That shit affected me, largely |
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Because I know a lot of people want me |
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To fail as a father |
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And the thought of that haunts me |
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Especially when I check my rear-view mirror |
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And don't see him in his car seat |
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So the next time it's late at night |
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And I'm laid up with the woman I'mma make my wife |
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Talking 'bout how we 'gon make a life |
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I'm thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rights |
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Cause that's the only outcome if you can't make it right |
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Pissed off with your children feeling the same pain |
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So, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn't maintain |
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I did the same thing |
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The same thing |
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[Chorus x2] |
