Singing About Me

If you're singing about a son
If you're singing about a father
Then you're singing that song to me
If you're singing about a saint
If you're singing about a sinner
Then you're singing that song to me
If you're singing about a man that works all day
Tries to do right not wrong
If you're singing about a man that's broken down
From living life way too hard
You're singing about me yeah
You're singing about me yeah

I think it's time that I let you know
That just like me you too will grow
But you won't if you don't keep on
Let me peek at you like I'm pokemon
I look inside I see you struggle
Holding all that weight your knees do buckle
Yeah it's difficult to understand
So you sit back and just wonder man
Why can't my life be like his
But I'll never experience a wife and kids
What if someone took them away
You'd kill the motherfucker and then you'd say
You wish you could bring back the past
And all the good times and make it last
But no one knows you like you do
Because no one walks in your two shoes
Life's a puzzle you put together
Who else you know that could do better
The pieces can be forced to fit
But you'll end up running the course again
I got one more fact for you
I'm not superman and that's the truth
So don't give up keep pulling through
And one day you'll be bulletproof

If you're singing about a son
If you're singing about a father
Then you're singing that song to me
If you're singing about a saint
If you're singing about a sinner
Then you're singing that song to me
If you're singing about a man that works all day
Tries to do right not wrong
If you're singing about a man that's broken down
From living life way too hard
You're singing about me yeah
You're singing about me yeah

As soon as I rise up out of bed
I think about life and how I dread
The shitty ass day that's up ahead
I'mma take myself out to the shed
Place the shotgun against my head
So there's no mistaken that I am dead
I try to put those thoughts aside
Is it right or wrong I cannot decide
Should I join my late father
Don't want to be awake cause I hate all your
Memories they just torture me
From the house you built to your torn jeans
And everything that I could've done
When you died I stopped I should've run
Cause I got this rap career
Got to finish your job and crap right here
Got to make sure that mom is paid
Before I leave and get on the plane
Now I do what you want me to
Now that all is lost and once we're through
But I got something to prove
And force my ass to get up and move
When I write a song and hit the booth
It gets me off better than a bitch could do

If you're singing about a son
If you're singing about a father
Then you're singing that song to me
If you're singing about a saint
If you're singing about a sinner
Then you're singing that song to me
If you're singing about a man that works all day
Tries to do right not wrong
If you're singing about a man that's broken down
From living life way too hard
You're singing about me yeah
You're singing about me yeah