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Daddy Issues (Interlude)
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Lungelo Manzi
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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
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