Lyrics:
pretty upfront about
Dealing with addiction
Issues on Doris was it
Something you were struggling with before
You left for Samoa?
Yeah, it was before I
truant
His family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorated vet from the Vietnam team
His mother was Dear Abby,
believe so please prove she wrong
Put the phone by the bed
Me still ah wait pon yuh call
Dad yuh left me as a boy
But me done turn a man
Where ever you dey
lost my mother, nigga
And that's funny, that's funny, like
My mama had broke up with my dad for having another kid on her, and um
He had came home
on the frame
The bank don't fold, the diamonds extra cold
Ciroc got me leanin' in that crunk nigga mode
I live by the code, ridin clean in the hood
Bitch
helped disguise my pain
Stealth when I made my moves to cope reorganised my brain
Health weighed down by the choices made to keep my smiling face
And you
a fifth, smoked a 8th
Until you've dealt with depression you just can't relate
Until you and addiction, have a date
Which leads you to question life and fate
a fighter, but a fighter wasn't at all what i desired
But a father who cared for and tended to the children that he had sired
At night my mom and dad were
live they shits pop
Hey, hey, tick tock, this is for my hoes
Make your hips rock
Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop
Get your tick tock from this hip
Yeah. What’s up man? How longs it been?
How longs it been Dad? I don’t know. I’d say about
Sixteen years since you went searching for the holy
you Made it
You can tell by the look on they Faces
They hate nd be jealous when I Step out
With vlone sitting snug above The Amaris
I want you to live
focuses on my emotionless young dealer face, then pauses
He gives me powder, he has faith in Nas' ambitions to distribute coke
Had addictions to gold
pain I've inflicted on myself
Always thought casual sex would do me good never bad for my health
What a foolish thing to think
If I had an ounce
bust in Antibes by the cops
And fleeced in Naples by the wops
But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes
Our dads had helped them win the war
She was caught up in the drug, she wasn't tryna have fun
Her life was hard enough, I know addiction made it harder
My dad been locked up, so I grew up
But is he a bad dad, he isn't a bad dad
I got a message for him, it finna make him a glad dad
I forgive you even though you had the last laugh
Let's put
grandmother about life
Next Day my Middle school Crush died by suicide
Fifteen years old had them same thoughts but
I didn't wanna make my momma cry
Sixteen
trying my best to live
But underneath I was falling apart
Somehow I hated my dad but also loved my dad
And that shit was messing with my heart
I knew he
I live in a world that's different than your world
Your world still believes in things like free speech and democracy
Those things don't exist in
have nothin' against religion
Believe in what you want even in Harry Potter fiction
Maybe its just an addiction
Maybe bible is a fiction
If livin' by
that and never let me live it down
Wasn't no dad never known to be around
Kind of pussy for a dad lets a pussy raise a man
Love my mom just spittin' them
minutes
Its been like five minutes, I walk out the room followed by nine dimes
I can't even lie me and you surely had some fine times
Now you rocking
And never true and his family was picture perfect
His older sister was prom queen
His dad a decorator vet from Vietnam scene
His mother was Dear Abby,
and then Tommy and at last was Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be my mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My
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