Family Tree
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
Shit I'm trying not to ruin the fun
Too bad I'm my grandad's son
I'm a well-raised lad ain't dumb
But it feels so good and the urge is strong
Genes skip a generation in my family tree
That's the observation I don't want to be
Part of this gene mutation we're an awful breed
Hoping my salvation's that my mum's so sweet
He went from life to life and from wife to wife
Then ended up alone and that's the way he died
Neglected his kid and he always lied
He was like
An angel in the streets but a demon in the household
Devil in the sheets but a heart so cold
Watch the pitfalls what I've been told
But my heart got broken my love got sold
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
So fuck predestination
I know my destination
Fuck you and what you did
Nothing but a kid in some big man shoes
When you ran away we waited for you
Left with mama's tears and some anger too
Now I'm a woman I've got trust issues
I'll be trying I'm not perfect
Lord forgive me 'cause I can't forgive
Trying to forget the demons of my past keep haunting me
Tragic memories
Fear and nicotine
When you look at me I bet you recognise yourself now
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
Daddy calls me by his name
Says it's in my DNA
And I know I look the same
I don't wanna play that game
Daddy calls me by his name
Says it's in my DNA
And I know I look the same
But I don't wanna play that game
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
So fuck predestination
I know my destination
Fuck you and what you did
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
Shit I'm trying not to ruin the fun
Too bad I'm my grandad's son
I'm a well-raised lad ain't dumb
But it feels so good and the urge is strong
Genes skip a generation in my family tree
That's the observation I don't want to be
Part of this gene mutation we're an awful breed
Hoping my salvation's that my mum's so sweet
He went from life to life and from wife to wife
Then ended up alone and that's the way he died
Neglected his kid and he always lied
He was like
An angel in the streets but a demon in the household
Devil in the sheets but a heart so cold
Watch the pitfalls what I've been told
But my heart got broken my love got sold
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
So fuck predestination
I know my destination
Fuck you and what you did
Nothing but a kid in some big man shoes
When you ran away we waited for you
Left with mama's tears and some anger too
Now I'm a woman I've got trust issues
I'll be trying I'm not perfect
Lord forgive me 'cause I can't forgive
Trying to forget the demons of my past keep haunting me
Tragic memories
Fear and nicotine
When you look at me I bet you recognise yourself now
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
Daddy calls me by his name
Says it's in my DNA
And I know I look the same
I don't wanna play that game
Daddy calls me by his name
Says it's in my DNA
And I know I look the same
But I don't wanna play that game
I got his eyes I tell his lies
Try to escape it goddamnit I try
I got his face I got his ways
I try to fight it but sometimes I stray
So fuck predestination
I know my destination
Fuck you and what you did
Credits
Writer(s): Luiz Floriano Bonfa, Jan Lemmens, Yello Staelens, Martha Antonio
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