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midknyte - (msg1:dad) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(text message sounds)
(message opens)
i was just like

[verse 1]
holdin’ your hand the other day
wishin’ you would’ve just stayed
but f_ck you, you was never in my life
you were a dad until i turned like 5
you never taught me how to fly a kite
you never taught me how to ride a bike
my great grandpa did and that’s for sure
and even then, that r_t_rd kicked the curb
so f_ck him and f_ck you too
i don’t wanna turn out to be like you
pushin’ 50 with no house
pushin’ 50 with no life
pushin’ 50 in a drought
pushin’ 50 with no wife
every holiday no contact
not even happy birthday
what’s wrong with that?
you think i brag about havin’ a deadbeat dad?
no, everyday it f_ckin’ makes me sad
and it makes me mad
to think about the things we had
f_ckin’ wannabe soundcloud rapper
i hope it’s honestly what you’re goin’ after
i made more views in a minute than you
than your entire life
f_ck yo career, you’re obviously blind
you meant somethin’ to me
i defended you on every level
now let’s talk about how you accuse me
of worshippin’ the devil
man, f_ck you!
let’s talk about how your most streamed is botted
and when i do good, you’re jealous when i got it
them t__th are rotten, you did enough drugs
you’d think the walls are talkin’
beatin’ and cheatin’ on my f_ckin’ mom
you couldn’t even see the f_ckin’ reasons
why you was in the wrong
sing this song
mothaf_cka sing along
i just needed someone to talk to
someone real
you a bad example for me
f_ck them pills
you use god as an excuse
to hide your issues
sayin’ you believe in him
ain’t gonna fix what’s wrong witchu
when is gonna hit you?
a kid has to f_ckin’ b_tch you
around so you can finally understand
the rules to becomin’ a real man
you livin’ off your moms couch
so when she dies
you can inherent her house
you think you the next shady
you either relapsed or you’re crazy
you act like a 5 year old
throwing f_ckin’ fits
well guess what, dad?
you’re a f_ckin’ b_tch!
[verse 2]
cuss out my lil’ sister on her birthday
f_ck you, you f_ckin’ deserve pain
said you’re gonna block me
mothaf_cka block me!
i don’t care if you die
i won’t let your spirit haunt me
raised in filth, for you, i had faith
now you’re gonna get out of my face?
everyday it’s always a need to f_ckin’ go
b_tch, you about to reap what you sow
i just needed guidance
and apparently you couldn’t find it
you the reason why we broke
gambled our rent money in a another city
just so you can hop on spotify and be sh_tty
why the f_ck didn’t i altleast get a hi
before you lied, mothaf_cka die
you couldn’t even say goodbye
you f_cked my life
now, whatchu you gonna do when you see me with a knife?
skin mutilated, wrist cut open
maybe if i had a dad, i wouldn’t be this broken
maybe, just maybe, i wouldn’t be here always hopin’
i’m beyond repair, just wait
wait until you walk in on me on that day
i will be there, i hope and pray
that then, you’ll have the nerve to say
“i’m sorry”
[verse 3]
but i guess that’ll never happen
every song by you, boy, i know you cappin’
it’s like tryna clean the ocean with a napkin
it ain’t gon’ happen
call it wraps, quit it dad, and stop the rappin’
i guess that rock made you dumb
yo iq was high now you a f_ckin’ bum
you can’t afford a house in the slums
spend yo money on fake chains but no guns
go hit a l!ck and maybe get up yo funds
if you was really about that life, go be a thug
obviously that eminem life ain’t workin’ out
be productive, but i know, you don’t give a f_ck
i seen that gofund me, where’s yo money at?
where’s all these racks, bands and cash in yo pontiac?
what dumb mothaf_cker told you to rap and don’t look back?
i guess, he was too high on meth while you was on crack
you ain’t no mothaf_cking gangster, you’re a joke
you did street drugs, you couldn’t afford no coke
can’t pay child support, you’re too f_ckin’ broke
yet you’re braggin’ about the cash you apparently done blowed
consider this, a diss, or a text message sent, it won’t miss
i’m more than a man than you’ll ever be, b_tch
ask jessica if she remembers me in her memory, remind her i’m not her kid
i’m proud of my mom and who i was raised by
you’re proud of your songs that couldn’t get no daylight
f_ck you, you f_ckin’ punk
(yea
midknyte)
[outro: robert walliser aka rob goddi]
i started music, uh_, when i was about 12 years old
uhm_, ‘cause my stepdad, uhm_
the one who raised me, uh_, disciplined me
taught me how to be a man, pretty much, uh_
at t_that time at my life
he died from leukemia, so, uh_
i had to play the role of daddy, uh_, for my two older brothers, uhm_
so i kinda jumped out there, uhm_
started hanging out in gangs and stuff like that, uhm_
street life, uhm_
to fill the voice because, uh_, i just lost, pretty much my dad
you know what i mean?
(you know what i mean, you know what i mean, you know what i mean)

- midknyte

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