Lyric

22

How am I gonna to be all that for you?

How come I’d gone to bed

And hadn’t used condom

With your mom, my son

I’m so young to be a dad

Let alone be a good one

I was never the type who runs

She was not alike

The ones that’ve told me lies and done

A bunch of other guys

I prolly shouldn’t know

I prolly should hold

The one to share lunch by the side

And some crunch times

Besides all dope moments in life

And if I’m talking bout those ones

This should be one of… shit

My happy mode an on/off switch

A half of me does wish a kid thus

I’m growin guts

I’m showing toughness, see?

All my Side B would stunt

This three months and half fetus

From growing up

Been told I’d never been better

Than D plus

I’m going nuts

I’m blowing puff of smoke

As I’m going to work

Although I’m too stunned

I’ll show I’m too pumped up

All cause your mama need it

The infant need us

We’ll work to feed him

When we feel distant

He the one who’ll feed us with…

Some shit I’ve been lacking

And seekin since back

Late nineteen eighty something

Since dad’s late mom had already gone

Your grandma, son

Way fore I stopped believing in santa

I’d lost her

A lot of hurts

I try to block

But i’ve got the hearse

On my mind

Every so often I stop and burst

From my mind

A force, sort of a curse

That haunt us

When our beloved ones turn corpse

Remorse

Bae, you remind me of her someway

Your coarse way in a converse

On the worst days

On the great ones reign

The enjoyment of the first date

Plus the concern of a nurse

Laying down an old lady

Oh, lately

I’ve been working too much

Don’t know which day is

Trade month for pennies

Convert sundays into

My one day to sleep thru

I never go home on teijis

Oh baby

Maybe your daddy was too drunk

But when you old enough

You’ll discover

How you were done

A man and a woman

An ouce of misfortune

Mix cheap shochu

It’s so true

We all do things

That we wanna undo

But in conclusion

There’s no U turn

For some woman

You’ll turn into the devil

Forever you burn a blunt, ever

And to ‘em

Abortion’s never an option

Or in hell you’ll burn

Uh, Blunt, James

I’ll make the same mistake

Stubborn man

That’s my heritage

To this still unborn man

Yea, I’m concerned

You gon stick to shit you love big

Or finna abort plan

The way I’m bout to do now

She ain’t had the pills

So I took, instead of red

I had the blue, I went left

Uh, it’s too much harder doing the right

Pay attention

That one decision changed

Both of their lives

One course at a time

Hired at his same company

A young woman who thought

He’d be a great company

While his young companionship

For long years, affected

The one’s no longer attractive

As long as a strange kiss

More alluring than same lips

Her curves, naughty looks

And long hair’s effective

She actually tryna impress him

Actin’ warily, making clear

In order to address him

She knows he actively

Tryna impress her

Showing him less will flourish more

His urge to undress her

Then rehearse sometime

How to make kids

Carelessly

The man was married

She knew how to make this

How to make his eyes meet hers

And vice versa

Play reverse card

And now it’s your turn

Though no Steph Curry

He knew how to make threes

Though no expressed flirting

He’s about to make shit

About to break free

Break three apart

A family

For merely another girl to start

A family

Again and again

That’s a cycle

Until you find out

The issue’s inside you

The mission divides you

That fetus inside her

Your vicious side doing

Some shit you might hurt feelings

Have you heard feelings

Just break once

Once you break ‘em?

And you breaking hers

Tripping and throwing away

All her feelings

Hm.. way suspicious

Led to her thinking

“Wait, what this motherfucker feeling?

I need reassurance

Can’t this motherfucker feel it?

Inside me

I can’t help this motherfucking feeling

Babe, maybe

He ain’t your dad

Merely your mother fucker, feel me?”

Maybe you’ll born missing

One branch of the family tree

Missing one member on a family trip

He’ll seed anger

As soon as he leaves

You’ll need answer

Like “why he’s gone?

Why the gift of father’s day to mom?”

Who should protect you is

Your enemy, Gremlin shit

I’d spent my childhood

Wishing both to go back

To me, today, man

All you resemble is this

Not one percent of

The reason that I’m here

Thank you for all dad