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Utwór: Papa'z Song

  • wykonawca: 2Pac
  • album: Strictly 4 My N I G G A Z
  • wyświetleń: 1276

Daddy's home...
  
  [2Pac]
  Heh, so?
  You say that like that means somethin to me
  You've been gone a mighty long motherfuckin time
  for you to be comin home talkin that "daddy's home" shit (nigga)
  We been gettin along fine just without you
  Me, my brother, and my mother
  So if you don't mind, you can step the FUCK off, POPS.. fuck you!
  
  [2Pac]
  Had to play catch by myself, what a sorry sight
  A pitiful plight, so I pray for a starry night
  Please send me a pops before puberty
  the things I wouldn't do to see a piece of family unity
  Moms always work, I barely see her
  I'm startin to get worried without a pops I'll grow to be her
  It's a wonder they don't understand kids today
  so when I pray, I pray I'll never grow to be that way
  And I hope that he answers me
  I heard God don't like ugly well take a look at my family
  A different father every weekend
  Before we get to meet him they break up before the week ends
  I'm gettin sick of all the friendships
  As soon as we kick it he done split and the whole shit ends quick
  How can I be a man if there's no role model?
  Strivin to save my soul I stay cold drinkin a forty bottle
  I'm so sorry...
  
  [Chorus]
  I'm so sorry
  for all this time (I'm so sorry)
  for all this time
  for all this time (don't lie)
  I'm so sorry
  for all this time (so, sorry)
  for all this time
  for all this time, so sorry baby!
  
  [Wycked]
  Moms had to entertain many men
  Didn't wanna do it but it's time to pay the rent again
  I'm gettin a bit older and I'm startin to be a bother
  Moms can't stand me cause I'm lookin like my father
  Should I stay or run away, tell me the answer
  Moms ignores me and avoids me like cancer
  Grow up rough and it's hard to understand stuff
  Moms was tough cause his poppa wasn't man enough
  Couldn't stand up to his own responsibilities
  Instead of takin care of me, he'd rather live lavishly
  That's why I'll never be a father;
  unless you got the time it's a crime don't even bother
  (That's when I started hatin the phony smiles
   Said I was an only child)
  Look at mama's lonely smile
  It's hard for a son to see his mother cry
  She only loves you, but has to fuck with these other guys
  I'm so sorry...
    [Chorus]
  I'm so sorry
  for all this time
  for all this time
  for all this time
  I'm so sorry
  for all this time
  for all this time (so sorry)
  for all this time, so sorry baby!
  
  [2Pac]
  Man child in the promised land couldn't afford many heroes
  Moms was the only one there my pops was a no-show
  And ohh -I guess ya didn't know
  that I would grow to be so strong
  Lookin kinda pale, was it the ale oh pops was wrong
  Where was the money that you said, you would send me
  talked on the phone and you sounded so friendly
  Ask about school and my welfare
  but it's clear, you ain't sincere hey who the hell cares
  You think I'm blind but this time I see you comin, Jack
  You grabbed your coat, left us broke, now ain't no runnin back
  Ask about my moms like you loved her from the start
  Left her in the dark, she fell apart from a broken heart
  So don't even start with that "wanna be your father" shit
  Don't even bother with your dollars I don't need it
  I'll bury moms like you left me all alone G
  Now that that I finally found you, stay the Fuck away from me
  You're so sorry..
  
  [Chorus]
  I'm so sorry (so sorry)
  for all this time (so, so sorry)
  for all this time (I'm so so sorry)
  for all this time (fuck that!)
  I'm so sorry
  for all this time (no)
  for all this time (so sorry)
  for all this time, so sorry baby!
  
  [Tupac - impersonating his father]
  I never meant to leave but I was wanted
  Crossed too many people every house I'd touch was haunted
  Had to watch the strangers every brother was in danger
  If I was to keep you breathin, had to be out of range-a
  Had to move, one to lost my name and pick the number
  Made me watch my back I had no happy home to run to
  Maybe it's my fault for being a father livin fast
  But livin slow, mean half the dough, and you won't get no ass
  Hindsight shows me it was wrong all along
  I wanted to make some dough so you would grow to be so strong
  It took a little longer than I thought
  I slipped, got caught, and sent to jail by the courts
  Now I'm doin time and I wish you'd understand
  all I ever wanted was for you to be a man
  and grow to be the type you was meant to be
  Keep the war fightin by the writings that you sent to me
  I'm so sorry...
  
  [Chorus w/ variations til end]
  

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