Sober Thoughts

Daddy yo, I promise man I ain't write this track I just got in the booth and this what came out man, it was about you

Sober thoughts got me reaching for that dark liquor

Thinking bout when pops was on that malt liquor

Yeah, remember bragging bout my 40 turned I thought his ass ignored me

Said it ain't about yo gun, it's 'bout who spark quicker

Phew, I wish he told me put it down

Just a few months later man I had to lay it down

Came home from that bit I watched my daddy lay it down

Had him hooked up to them tubes and now I can't forget the sound

I was venting you was dying on a ventilator, fuck, for real

I was venting you was dying on a ventilator

You left when I was six years old

First time in my life I felt my heart turn cold

First time you left me I was six years old

Still see that knife in Mama hand while pinned against that stove

But guess what pops, your boy a man now

I'm still rapping, I got a lot of fans now

And I got a son, you met him once or twice

You really wasn't fanned out, Damn

But I guess you felt inadequate, Seeing me play daddy on my all madden shit

Three sons, only one got my blood, ain't on no average shit

Passionate, I know they need love, they ain't gotta ask for it

Like how you leave me? Man, you was on some savage shit

I swear sometimes I hate you, but I still love you

Sometimes I trust you, sometimes I don't

Just know yo baby need you, can't think of when I won't

Like why the hell you leave me, I can't believe you gone

Damn, I can't believe you left me all alone

Crying in the booth, staring at pictures on my phone

Roll another Sky Log to get up in my zone

Another tear to fight off, I can't believe you gone