Teksty: Bow Wow. Father's Day.

Seem like I got everything
Only thing I'm really missin is my father mane
Never told me son have a good day in school
Never came to my games he too busy sippin bulls
Got 3 kids can't take care na one of em dead beat said he would I can't be one of em
And I look just like him when I have kids I won't be nothin like him
And everytime I see him I be wantin to fight to him
I love him to death, but he know he triflin
Grandma always tryna take ya side sayin shad he went to rehab he gon be fine
But I know deep down in my soul that's lie
And I hope he gets better so i pray to the sky
Can't even lie man I feel liek cryin
And u drink so much I know ya body is dying
And it'a shame my lil sista in the 6th grade and she know all about ya bad ways and
I learned how to use a condom by myself
And I learned how shave homie by myself
Taught me how to be man by myself
And I tie my own shoe homie I don't need ya help
Man what I'm gon tell my children
When they ask for grandpa and you somewhere missin

It's too late homie don't even bother
You know how much stress you done caused my momma
Cause you wasn't around it was so much drama
Think pickin up a 40 gon solve ya probelms
Try talkin to you but don't change much
Gave you some money but you fucked that all up
And you know I love holidays but fathers day the only holiday we don't celebrate
Me and my fans got something in common just ya momma around and ain't no father (true)
And I know it's good dad out there but
I wouldn't understand I didn't have that dad
And he's a mess like lynel and when he see me on tv that's when he call
Mr right by my side is where he oughta be
Can't do it cause he still an alcoholic be
This concludes my story
God bless ya soul and God give him glory

I celebrate holidays but I don't celebrate Father's Day x4