Little Boots - All For You Lyrics
[Rapper Big Pooh]Uh, Deah PopsIt's your boyI got some things I want to say to you, manJust a couple of wordsBear with meGimme a minuteTime to face itSitting in the middle of the basementHolding a jackHow I'm anticipating he 'gon call me backGot so much on my mindAin't no holding it backIn fact, I give a ***** how he 'gon reactThrough my first nineteenAsking where he atNever seen him in the spots where we be atFor the next couple hours I sat til the phone rangNo luck or no cigarSo I said to myself I'll try tomorr'Me and my Vincent left outWent to shoot play some ballCame back, had message like 'this your pa'Then I took to the phoneConversation was rawShit, I had to let him know that his child was scarredAnd right now we working through our messBut I had to get some shit off my chestSo bear with me, y'all[Chorus]Just want to take the time to let you knowSometimes it's hard to let my feelings showThe thoughts of guarantees are really soThis is all for you, you[Phonte]I was looking at your photograph amazed how I favored youI remember being young wanting to play with youCause you was a wild and crazy dudeAnd now I understand why my momma couldn't never stay with youFrom the roots to the branches to the leavesThey say apples don't fall far from the treesI used to find it hard to believeAnd I swore that I wouldAlways hold my family as long as I couldBut damnOur memories can be so misleadingIt's miseryI hate to see history repeatingThought you were the bad guyBut I guess that's whyMe and my girl splitAnd my son is leavingI did chores, did bills, and did dirtBut I swear to God I tried to make that shit work'Til I came off tour to an empty houseWith all the dressers and the cabinets emptied outI think I must've went insaneThinking I was in love, but really in chainsTrapped to this girl through the two-year old who carried my nameI tried to stop trippingBut yo, I couldn't and the plot thickenedThat shit affected me, largelyBecause I know a lot of people want meTo fail as a fatherAnd the thought of that haunts meEspecially when I check my rear-view mirrorAnd don't see him in his car seatSo the next time it's late at nightAnd I'm laid up with the woman I'mma make my wifeTalking 'bout how we 'gon make a lifeI'm thinking about child support, alimony, visitation rightsCause that's the only outcome if you can't make it rightPissed off with your children feeling the same painSo, Pop, how could I blame cause you couldn't maintainI did the same thingThe same thing[Chorus x2]
