Daddy Issues

VERSE
I was fourteen, nerdy and funny
Skinny then chubby
Life was good some
Baby was spoiled down to a void
Never knew much, playing the fool
Couldn't pretend, never grew love
So now and then trauma cemented
In the bliss of suburbia came the news I regret
Too dizzy begging for video games counting the cents
Too dizzy late for my taxi again, counting the steps
Too dizzy talking, mother stopped me, said your father is dead
Took a second, took a message, never said much then
Never got to tell him 'bout this other girl I met
Felt my mama rub my back and that's as real as it gets
Took my bag and went to school, zoned out with the zest
On a star-ship bluer than chips stalking the kid
Wrote a piece for the internet, wrote a piece for a kiss
"Living life
Under ceilings of debts
Dazed, homeless
For daddy's sake
Know less."
(go on, tell 'em say)

CHORUS
Play my new song for the wifey
To maybe get some head giving head 'cause you like me
I just wanna make a few ends for the right fee
Keep a slow dance with the moon in your eye, see, I just wanna
Break bread with the wifey
Running 'round town with some kids in the bag
Looking for a ring and Rollie to match
Throwing bouquets and a garter to catch
I think I like that
Giving petnames, uh (hella sex game)
Leave you with your girls for the week, uh (on a va-cay)
I'll be on tour overseas, uh (calling everyday)
Leave you on the couch getting chubby (on the takeaway)
Tell your mama we can pay it off (no lay-away)
Where my kids at? Put 'em on (let me motivate)
Tell my daughter she can have it all (with the Minute Maid)
For that Tuesday in the winter, winter
The winter, winter, yeah
Tuesday in the winter, winter, yeah
The winter, winter
For that Tuesday in the winter

VERSE
Then came coffee and pornoes, vices beyond laurels
I'm eighteen thinking 'bout women, sex and the source code
Took this pain to my torso, like the weed when I'm morose
Like a beast that I bore slow, belly deep in a hoarse load
Lighting up at that church, hungover during services
Fingers before the sermon, fingers before your cervix
Fingered behind your back for the fling that's keeping you nervous
Too young to say I was certain, had to say I was searching
That's the burden
Doing what TV taught me and women got me in urges
Nibbling on the my ear, cutting you out the poster
Got me here for the doja, got me here out of focus
Think I'm ready to build
Now that p*ssy is closure, passive but still a closer
Living my daddy's ghost some, knowing we never spoke much
Got me lovin' the cold crush, racing on rollercoasters
Saving the feint emotion
(go on, tell 'em say)

CHORUS
Play my new song for the wifey
To maybe get some head giving head 'cause you like me
I just wanna make a few ends for the right fee
Keep a slow dance with the moon in your eye, see, I just wanna
Break bread with the wifey
Running 'round town with some kids in the bag
Looking for a ring and Rollie to match
Throwing bouquets and a garter to catch
I think I like that
Giving petnames, uh (hella sex game)
Leave you with your girls for the week, uh (on a va-cay)
I'll be on tour overseas, uh (calling everyday)
Leave you on the couch getting chubby (on the takeaway)
Tell your mama we can pay it off (no lay-away)
Where my kids at? Put 'em on (let me motivate)
Tell my daughter she can have it all (with the Minute Maid)
For that Tuesday in the winter, winter
The winter, winter, yeah
Tuesday in the winter, winter, yeah
The winter, winter
For that Tuesday in the winter