[Verse 1]:
Yeah
It's MMXV ain't seen him since MMII
Damn decades them them fly by
Young me condemned him why lie?
For Father's Day it's hard to say, ain't FedEx-ing no neckties
No golf equipment, I balk at shipping a gift card from some Best Buy
No Geek Squad with those tech guys
I'm stubborn as sh** my mother admits
But she has no other sons that exist
Genes seem flawed as an XY
The subject is granddad's son, I'm bringing it to the table
I'm talking about poppy's seed like what you sprinkle on bagels
Like father like son's dumb, it's a sentiment I run from
Candidly, it's all a bunch of bullsh** and I shunned tons
Yeah, think about it: that's a lot of dung flung
I drown in f**ing rum punch this damage can't be undone
What's alarming to me is the farmers believe
That the apple doesn't fall far from the tree
It's all up to me to evolve as a peach
Make the gardener put me in jar with some yeast
Won't end up in a pie that you'd carve in a feast
Rather be a hard cider in a bar that you seek
f** is he trying to barter or garner from me?
He left like the opposite of starboard, capisce?
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So pa** me tissues, got daddy issues
I grew up fine, I had some issues
I ain't trying to be social
I'm just trying to be pleasant
[Verse 2]:
Since I'm biased, let me try a view that's not my own
A different climate trying to see it through his rods and cones
Usually avoid this road, corroded cobblestone
That sh** don't fly like model drones that have their throttles blown
So pa** me tissues--got daddy issues
I grew up fine, I had some miscues
Work on not trying to beef like a staff of Hindus, so that's my tribute
I ain't trying to be social, I'm just trying to be pleasant
I'ma think of you as what not to do if my girl decides to get pregnant
My indecision is intermittent on your invite to the wedding
My intuition says this opinion I will wind up regretting
He likes all of my posts otherwise we really don't talk
He's like "Oh sh**! He likes music! Must be a chip off the old block!"
But I'm a microchip on some maestro sh**
Not no Bob Cobb Seinfeld rival sh**
You dial, I'm inclined to decline those sh**s
Or text reply on my iPhone sh**
On some typo sh**
Even though we share the same blood
On some type-O sh**
Try to be thick skinned on some rhino sh**
And now the pyro's lit, I'm Sur5ILL b**h
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