Pops

I got my drinking from my daddy
Used to kick the wisdom while he sipped up on his brandy
He pushed a Plymouth but that nigga used to whip it like a caddy
Never saw the method to his madness
Some days I would scream I can't stand you
Then he'd slip up say he wished he never had me
Closed the distance once a nigga moved to Cali
I wish I never moved to Cali

I can't even hold a grudge no more
Tough love, den made me grow up
City full of niggas that I really don't trust
Lonely and I'm drunk so I think I'll call him up and say

I used to pray for them better days till they came round
Hate where I'm headed but I can't slow down
Pray that I feel the same when I come down
Been tryna make a change I don't know how
Maybe I was meant to take the long way round
Pray that I feel the same when I come down

Pray that I feel the same when I come down
Pray that I feel the same when I come down
Pray that I feel the same when I come down

Finally on my own, see me on the road
Been a minute since I visit, hate to see you getting old
And I wish I never blamed you for the things you didn't know
Sometimes I wish I still had you to keep me on my toes
How I feel pops?
To see your young boy getting money
Got that deal pops
Put a little back up in ya pocket, here pops
I can pay you back for college now for real pops
Finally living like you live

I used to pray for them better days till they came round
Hate where I'm headed but I can't slow down
Pray that I feel the same when I come down
Been tryna make a change I don't know how
Maybe I was meant to take the long way round
Pray that I feel the same when I come down



Credits
Writer(s): Dante Jones, Andrew Langston Neely, Jordan Lawlor
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