Letras
When I was seventeen, my only dream was cashin' the checks
Sick of collect calls and withdrawals, was the cause and effect
'Til mom interjects, "Sorry, boo, your father's callin' you
To follow up, to say he never follows through, what a mess"
Smoke a bowl and say, "What's going on?" Callin' from a burner phone
I know he goin' through it, I can tell because his tone is off
Asked me, "How is college? Prolly get your
Master's instead of owning your masters
You gon' waste your knowledge if you don't act faster
Ungrateful bastard, you need to take
Action and get back to your classes
Opportunities passin', everything in
Moderation, in due time, you'll do fine"
He's still havin' mood swings off the moonshine
I'd rather pay my dues in music, movies, fashion
Instead of stolen Buicks and hoopty crashin'
In fact, I ain't been to church in a minute
The hourglass been tickin', I been trippin' off the shroomies and acid
Lackin' a vision, a head-on collision with my self-doubt (Oh, oh)
And reflectin' on all the shit I planned out (Oh, oh)
You would never hear a seed pushed through the ground
Oh, oh
You would never hear a seed pushed through the ground
I wish I told you that I hate you for leavin'
But that would mean I used to love you
How could I give love to a person that only gave me trouble?
Course you gave me life and supported me for a stretch
Even fought for me in the courts when you knew you wasn't the best
But at best, we'll make amends, and at sixty, you'll be my friend
'Cause the spot of father's been taken since before my mama's death
I give portions of me, what's left? Liquor poured like it's a test
I am more than what you named me, I'm sorry, de Morbin' dead since
The day I came to realize that you ain't never got your shit together
I fuckin' hope I get my shit together
Disgusted with the semblance that we share, feelings mixed together
Life has been a bitch, but we still left up in this bitch together
Mama wanted, that's after all of the nonsense and violence