Текст песни Ventilation 2 - MeatSpady

I guess I'll pick up where I left off
Baby mother treat me like the stepdad who stepped off
Used to give a fuck now I couldn't give a fuck more
If problems that you want imma bring em to your front door
The fuck I need to front for?
She said you need to spend more time with ya lil man
I don't understand I'm doing everything that I can
It's seven days in a week and I work eight
I said what I said that shit is not up for debate
See I don't understand the logic of the situation
If he need it I get it without no hesitation
I leave work to go to work tell me how that work
So all that selfish shit you kicking really sound berserk
Is you gone praise me or haze me?
I wonder if you speaking for yourself or this baby it's crazy
I guess you thinking I got freedom to ball
The way you talking make it seem like I don't see him at all
Like he don't smile and say da-da when I walk through the door
I'm giving you all I got and still you begging for more
So you selfish and I'm selfless
It seems to me like you would rather me helpless
Don't get me wrong I wanna be a better father too
But all the shit that bother me don't seem to bother you
That other nigga stepped off for three sixty five
He wasn't worried if his kid was dead or alive
Because he said he was gone do it it was justified
How you giving me hell but let a sucka slide?
And I'm a great dad you try to make me feel bad
Like I'm the one who did away with everything we had
You started getting on ya sniper shit
Complaining bout my instagram and all types of shit
Making something out of nothing you was spicing shit
I just liked a pic you acting like I liked the bitch
Damn

Fuck it, I'm at the end of my wits
So when I was writing this it was the edge of the cliff
And we could've been the Huxtables
But you couldn't get comfortable
Or maybe it was all on me I couldn't comfort you
I felt I was protecting you and loving you
You thinking I'm shady and I don't fuck with you
Them tears got to running like a faucet
Now to your emotions I'm held hostage
Point a finger at me I'm gone point you to the mirror
It probably take an era just for you to see your error
I gotta break it down just so you can see it clearer
Let the beat drown bring your ear drums nearer
Same ones who can talk bad about me
Be the same ones who can't live without me
I told you what it was how you still doubt me
In spite of all the good shit you know about me
I argue with you hoping that you understand
You argue with me hoping that you get a win
You talk a lot of shyt when you in ya feelings
As long you ain't speaking on me and my children
You see why them bitches treated me the way they did
You lucky I don't go upside ya fuckin head
Even if I failed know I'm a trier
One thing I ain't that's a fucking liar
You think most of what I say already made up
But you already got your mind made up
You down play the shit that should be played up
And this ain't even half of what I saved up
Fuck it already made it through this situation
I wanna thank you all for listening to my ventilation