Lyrics Daddy / Daddy, Pt. 2 - DRAM

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Daddy wasn't there
It isn't fair
How he ain't care
Daddy wasn't there
It isn't fair
How he ain't care

We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
Get rich, nigga, fuck the other half
Aye, look

Daddy wasn't there
He didn't care anyway
Told him that I wanted to see him
He said not today
Aye boo, yall know just like you
Uh say I ain't told you

Daddy wasn't there
He didn't care
It isn't fair
Daddy wasn't there
He didn't care
Aye aye
We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
Baby fuck the other half
We just gonna laugh 'bout the past
Baby fuck the other half

Daddy wasn't there
It isn't fair
How he ain't care
Daddy wasn't there
It isn't fair
How he ain't care

We just gonna laugh bout the past aye
We just gonna laugh bout the past
Middle finger on the hand

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One two three four
It ain't as simple as
As you say

When he thinks of his mother and
Father and how they were just one soul
All the lessons that taught him from
Struggles that others will never know
Hangin' on to a limb of a branch and a stem of his family tree
'Cause the roots are still strong but
Whats wrong cause one half is still Unforeseen
(I said look buddy I mean I didn't know how to crop
I mean like so many people can relate but like
This shit is still individual When it happened to you)
When he's told his conception was a
Missed direction that was not planned
But somehow they kept him it was
Time to a bless him that was not Chanced
How a bastard could grow to be a nasty known as full grown man
With a mind full of values that came from a queen who did all she can
(See my mother her name was Wendy, she kept a nigga, look at me now)
When he thinks of a time back in 2009 when he almost met
His unforseen half of his tree
Memories he could not forget (how could I Tho)
He would say he's too busy in some other
City to meet his son (alright, my Nigga)
He would not be free to receive company until things begun
When you cheat on your children by
Lettin' them pillage without your care
And the lessons they learn from your
Presenceless form bout how life ain't Fair
When you hear this recordin' he needs no support and a feud and fiord
He just knows to be nothing like you when his seeds are born
(I'll never be like you though)
(No matter how much I say it it still hurts though)
(I've never seen)
(I did see you)
(You fuck ass nigga bro)