[Intro]
Donnie Houston
[Verse 1]
Bougie folks, I'm feelin' outta place
But I heard they got Italian foods you gotta taste
Chandeliers and every table got a pasta dish
Dressed in suits, I swear this shit look like a mobster flick
I'm Rick, and I'll be here to serve and take your order
Would you like red wine? Some liquor? Maybe water?
The artichoke is delicious, sir, and it's great for starters
I'm actually meetin' someone here, I'll just wait to order (Okay)
Matter fact, I'll take some vodka when you bring that toast
And s— (Sir? Sir?)
Starin' at the man I just seen walk between them doors
The way my body froze, dog, you'd swear you think I seen a ghost
So familiar, lookin' like someone I seen before
Same eyes, even nose, same size ring and clothes
Mama always told me that the first impressions mean the most
But I've been waitin' my whole fuckin' life to let these demons go
My body numb as he approaches
I grew up in the slums with the roaches 'cause his bum left me hopeless
No Santa at my door, just a fuckin' eviction notice
Goddamn, mane, let me gain my focus, fuck
He walk up, extend his hand, and look me in the eye
I accept and tryna hide the evil in disguise
'Cause truth be told I wanna tell him come meet me outside
Put a cannon to his temple, cock, squeeze, watch you die
(Hey, how've you been, son?) How I been? Man, what the hell you mean?
You don't know me, how you act concerned for one you've never seen?
Where the fuck was you when I was young and had to grow with fiends?
House full of junkies, mane, I swear my crib was Medellín
It's all nightmares in the gutter, we don't ever dream
Never smile (Sh-sh-sh, son), bitch, you could get it too, ho, that's on everything (Son, son)
I hate you, nigga, I can't say it no other way (Woah, hey, listen, calm down)
I hope you never live to see another day (Calm down)
Nice to meet you, ho
[Verse 2]
I feel the pain as I enter the room
The sudden change of scene got my mental confused
Lookin' hopeless and stiff in a tube
It seemed like yesterday we met, today you gotta live through a tube
Lookin' up to God, am I missin' the clues?
I hoped he die, but I didn't know that my wish would come true
But then again as I'm lookin' at him full of drugs
That resentment built up in me whispered, "Pull the plug"
I grew up lost and out of tone, tryna move with thugs
Anyone who took me in, funny what we do for love
Poor as shit, shoes lookin' like them hoes been through the mud
Mama can't afford herself, fuck she suppose to do with us?
No gifts for Christmas, birthdays, no calls from you
No pitch and catch, all that bullshit that a father do
Word out, you got another son and a daughter too
But left me out to dry, bitch, you wonder why my heart removed?
But what if that's false? What if your part confused?
What if mama lyin' and just wanted me far apart from you?
What if you was locked up, wrote me, but I ain't read the kite?
Shit, wake your ass up, dog, don't leave me twice
Knees startin' to buckle, a face full of sickness
I'm actin' like I'm perfect, all the fake shit I committed
All the lies that I done told, all these games I played with bitches
Who the fuck was I to judge? I should be gettin' a sentence
So that's the past now, hold a grudge would rob us, trickle why but I get it
Honor thy father, it's in the Bible, even if they ain't did shit
Coulda been aborted for a few of them dollars, never made it out that clinic
Now I stand with so much to say, but wasted my time expressin' my hate and now it's too late
[Outro]
Happy Fathers Day
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