Father Time

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[Intro: Whitney Alford & Kendrick Lamar]
You really need therapy
Real nigga don’t need therapy, fuck you talkin’ about it?
No, no, you look stupid as shit
Damn, everyone is stupid
Yeah, well you gotta talk to somebody
Contact Eckhart

[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
I come from a generation of home invasions and I got daddy issues, that’s on me
All that these four walls taught me, buried habits deep
That man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me on these streets
My life is a plot, twisted in directions I can’t see
Daddy got problems in my head, told him, “Fuck a fault”
Got tears in my eyes, wanna throw my hands up, won’t think out loud
Stupid pride, if I lose again, won’t come in the house
I stayed outside laughing with my friends, they don’t know my life
Daddy issues made me learn losses, I don’t take ’em well
Mama said, “That boy is exhausted”, he said, “Fuck you”
If he quit now it’s gonna cost him life is a bitch
You could be a bitch or step out the sidelines, I got up quick
I load baskets and I fall backwards, I try to keep my balance
Oh, that’s the part where mental stability meets talent
Oh, that’s the part, he breaks my humility just to practice
Tactics we learned together, bad losers forever, daddy issues

[Chorus: Sampha]
Wake up early in the morning (Ah), train on rest days (Ah)
Love tough (Ah), bottled up, no chaser (Ah)
Clean, no hunter (Ah), clean, no hunter (Ah)
Clean, no chase (Ah), clean, no chase
Waking up early (Ah), training on rest days (Ah, rest days)
Love tough (Ah), bottled up, no chaser (Ah)
Clean, no hunter (Ah), clean, no hunter (Ah)
Clean, no hunter (Ah), clean, no hunter

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Sampha]
I got daddy issues, that’s on me
I search “I love you”, rarely empathetic for my relief
A child who got used to it, jumping when I scraped my knee
‘Cause if I cried for it, he’d probably tell me not to be weak
Daddy got issues, I hid my emotions, I never expressed myself
Men should never show their feelings, being sensitive never helped
His mom died, I asked him why he was going back to work so soon?
His first response was, “Son, c’est la vie, the bills don’t have a silver spoon”
Daddy’s in trouble, fuck everybody, get your money, son
Protect yourself, trust no one, only your mom
It made relations murky, never attached to any
So if you took likes around me, I might reject love
Daddy issues kept me competitive, that’s a fact, nigga
I don’t care about the narrative, I’m that nigga
When Kanye came back with Drake, I was a little confused
Guess I’m not mature like I think I got some healing to do

Selfish fucks, sucks and to be precise (Oh)
Need help with the way I was raised (Ha ha)
What’s the difference when your heart is made of stone
And your mind is made of gold
And your tongue is made of a sword, but it can weaken your soul?
My niggas don’t have a daddy, grow up overcompensating
Teach the shit ’bout bein’ a man and disguise it as a gangsta
I love my dad for telling me to take the gloves off
‘Cause all he didn’t want was all I was
And to my partners who understood it without a father
Hail, may your blessings be neutral to your little ones
It’s crucial, they can’t stop us if we see the mistakes
‘Til then let the women take a break, grown men with daddy issues

[Chorus: Sampha]
Wake up early in the morning (Ah), practice on rest days (Ah, rest days)
Love tough (Ah), bottled up, no chaser (Ah)
Clean, no hunter (Ah), clean, no hunter (Ah)
Clean, no hunter (Ah), clean, no hunter

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