| Tears still rolling down my face |
| Simple fact it being Father’s Day |
| My confidence was confiscated |
| More confrontations, shortened patience |
| I’m aggravated, agitated |
| Hate to say this, I ain’t been a father lately |
| And I feel like I been a screw up |
| But then again everybody needs to tune up |
| Self observation, conversations |
| Choices made, I’m tryna find some confirmation |
| Damn, how the fuck did I get here though? |
| My own pops wasn’t 'round to see his kids grow |
| And I be damned if I follow where his foots go |
| My baby mom took my kids about a year ago |
| I can’t lie, shit is hard, she don’t get it though |
| Every day the kids asking where did daddy go |
| Shit, still praying for a better way |
| I visualise good times when I meditate |
| To be alone on my own on this Father’s Day |
| Tears still rolling down my face |
| To God I pray |
| To each his own, I can’t condone |
| I compensate, the weed relates |
| And freeze the mind of my mistakes |
| I smoke and drink, I contemplate |
| I start to think, I hate my baby mama |
| But that ain’t true, but that ain’t true |
| Wear my shoes, I bet you couldn’t fit in 'em if you tried to |
| I’m sick of lies, I’m tired of what I’m going through |
| It all starts with your kids not knowing you |
| Am I putting too much time in this vocal booth? |
| Am I spending too much time with my new boo? |
| Or do you do it for your fam or the new coupe? |
| Holidays of change ain’t what I’m used to |
| I was tryna refrain from doing court moves |
| Never, ever a fan of doing court rooms |
| Too many regrets, it’s all in my head |
| It’s really not true 'cause all that I do was for my kids, damn |
| Living on edge, I’m praying for help |
| It’s Father’s Day and I’m feeling like I hate myself |
| I hate this fame and sometimes, I hate this game |
| But it’s gon' change, yeah yeah, this shit gon' change |
| Happy Father’s Day |
| Hate it had to be this way |
| Happy Father’s Day |
| I hate it had to be this way |
| My heart beats this way |
| Like why my heart beats this way |
| I hate it had to be this way |
| As the tears rolling down my eyes |
| One day, wonder if my girl think it’s kinda weaker to cry |
| Baby mom sending threats, tryna seek and divide |
| Attitude, hella rude 'cause I’m happy inside |
| Met a queen, Lord knows he just hit me a sign |
| Who gon' grab my hand? Who gon' wipe my tears? |
| She gon' pat me on the back like it’s alright, my dear |
| Still wishing every day I had my grandma here |
| But hey, that’s the way that life is though |
| We all living just to die, the way this script goes |
| Shit, no answers, screaming fuck cancer |
| Staring at the pick of my son, he so handsome |
| First born, my baby girl, it’s so special |
| FaceTime to see 'em smile and say I love 'em |
| First Father’s Day alone, I had to suffer |
| Still counting blessings 'cause they ain’t gotta struggle, Lord |
| Happy Father’s Day |
| Hate it had to be this way |
| Happy Father’s Day |
| I hate it had to be this way |
| My heart beats this way |
| Like why my heart beats this way |
| I hate it had to be this way |
| See a nigga going through |
| Make a change what I’m going through |
| Sometimes people never understand 'til it all hits the fan |
| Should have listened to who warned you |
| But that’s life and we never get to do it twice |
| I understand many of us never get it right |
| Or hopefully you kinda close before you see the light |
| The realest shit I ever wrote in my whole life |
| Yeah, and to my son and my beautiful daughter |
| I’m sorry I wasn’t better for you and your brother |
| That bad blood in between me and your mother |
| We both did things back and forth to each other |
| I apologize, go and dry your eyes |
| There’s gon' come a time when it’s all aligned, daddy’s signing you them |
| lullaby’s |
| Me and baby boy, throwing up the high five |
| And baby girl probably passing me the pompoms |
| Not mine but on God’s time |
| Still wishing y’all was close 'cause I know the way that time flies |
| On this day I was really in my feelings |
| Roll another blunt 'cause I been trying not to feel it |
| Tears falling down on the pad on what I’ve written |
| Part of me just gotta forgive, my daddy missing |
| 'Cause I am nothing like him |
| I’m so unlike you, going through it like them |
| Shit, growing up right in front of your eyes |
| Far from the perfect that we seeking to find |
| There’s a beauty in the struggle when you growing inside |
| All my insecurities just on a platter besides |
| I’m alive, I’m alive |
| And besides, shit, I’m alive |
| Happy Father’s Day |
| Hate it had to be this way |
| Happy Father’s Day |
| I hate it had to be this way |
| My heart beats this way |
| Like why my heart beats this way |
| Love y’all |