You
With you it was different
All you wanted was to hear my words just to listen
With you my heart beats at a faster speed
The love I had for you still has a presence indeed
Last time I seen you I havent stop thinking about what woulda been
What shoulda been, I really should-have-been more considerate.
To how you was feeling and the shit you was dealing with
My bad papa but believe me when I say
I wish I could rewind back time to that day
Tell you I just wanted to put the past away
An you tell me everything is gonna be okay
It ain't work out that way, and that's not only my fault to blame.
I gave you chances to let you get to know the woman I became
Catch myself thinking of you in the middle of my day
I tried forgetting you, tried moving on
Cause I understood why everything went wrong
You weren't around
You didn't really hold me down
Even though I did, when you had me looking like a clown
Still I'm torn, my heart is tired and worn
With you I wanted our first born
But I guess we were just highschool sweethearts
Fun in the day love in the dark
I loved our walks in the Pro Park
Maybe we'll meet again
Hopefully you still have that spark.
All you wanted was to hear my words just to listen
With you my heart beats at a faster speed
The love I had for you still has a presence indeed
Last time I seen you I havent stop thinking about what woulda been
What shoulda been, I really should-have-been more considerate.
To how you was feeling and the shit you was dealing with
My bad papa but believe me when I say
I wish I could rewind back time to that day
Tell you I just wanted to put the past away
An you tell me everything is gonna be okay
It ain't work out that way, and that's not only my fault to blame.
I gave you chances to let you get to know the woman I became
Catch myself thinking of you in the middle of my day
I tried forgetting you, tried moving on
Cause I understood why everything went wrong
You weren't around
You didn't really hold me down
Even though I did, when you had me looking like a clown
Still I'm torn, my heart is tired and worn
With you I wanted our first born
But I guess we were just highschool sweethearts
Fun in the day love in the dark
I loved our walks in the Pro Park
Maybe we'll meet again
Hopefully you still have that spark.
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Ode to Papa
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