Daddy Issues - Intellectual

VERSE

I was fourteen, nerdy and funny

Skinny then chubby

Life was good some

Baby was spoiled down to a void

Never knew much, playing the fool

Couldn't pretend, never grew love

So now and then trauma cemented

In the bliss of suburbia came the news I regret

Too dizzy begging for video games counting the cents

Too dizzy late for my taxi again, counting the steps

Too dizzy talking, mother stopped me, said your father is dead

Took a second, took a message, never said much then

Never got to tell him 'bout this other girl I met

Felt my mama rub my back and that's as real as it gets

Took my bag and went to school, zoned out with the zest

On a star-ship bluer than chips stalking the kid

Wrote a piece for the internet, wrote a piece for a kiss

"Living life

Under ceilings of debts

Dazed, homeless

For daddy's sake

Know less."

(go on, tell 'em say)

CHORUS

Play my new song for the wifey

To maybe get some head giving head 'cause you like me

I just wanna make a few ends for the right fee

Keep a slow dance with the moon in your eye, see, I just wanna

Break bread with the wifey

Running 'round town with some kids in the bag

Looking for a ring and Rollie to match

Throwing bouquets and a garter to catch

I think I like that

Giving petnames, uh (hella sex game)

Leave you with your girls for the week, uh (on a va-cay)

I'll be on tour overseas, uh (calling everyday)

Leave you on the couch getting chubby (on the takeaway)

Tell your mama we can pay it off (no lay-away)

Where my kids at? Put 'em on (let me motivate)

Tell my daughter she can have it all (with the Minute Maid)

For that Tuesday in the winter, winter

The winter, winter, yeah

Tuesday in the winter, winter, yeah

The winter, winter

For that Tuesday in the winter

VERSE

Then came coffee and pornoes, vices beyond laurels

I'm eighteen thinking 'bout women, sex and the source code

Took this pain to my torso, like the weed when I'm morose

Like a beast that I bore slow, belly deep in a hoarse load

Lighting up at that church, hungover during services

Fingers before the sermon, fingers before your cervix

Fingered behind your back for the fling that's keeping you nervous

Too young to say I was certain, had to say I was searching

That's the burden

Doing what TV taught me and women got me in urges

Nibbling on the my ear, cutting you out the poster

Got me here for the doja, got me here out of focus

Think I'm ready to build

Now that p*ssy is closure, passive but still a closer

Living my daddy's ghost some, knowing we never spoke much

Got me lovin' the cold crush, racing on rollercoasters

Saving the feint emotion