| Dear Jacob
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| I won’t take up too much of you time
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| I know you’re trying to get your video game-grind on
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| And that’s fine
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| Just gimme a second to empty my face
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| Before I hit the road again to go and win this paper chase
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| I’ve been watching you and
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| I’m proud of you man
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| You’re growing up to be the best man that you possibly can
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| I know you understand
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| Why I go out of town
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| I also know my days are colder when you’re not around
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| Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to be adapted to the fact
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| That daddy never lived inside the same shack
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| And sometimes I get this pain in my stomach’s pit
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| It’s what I get
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| I’m convinced it’s my punishment
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| For those nights I got drunk and let go at some bar
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| In some city with some people I don’t know
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| For all the times that the lines on your face
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| Reminded me of the days before the dragonflies escaped
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| It trips me out how you pick up all my traits
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| From the way that you spit to the fists that you make
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| I watch the way you try to keep your mom happy
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| Daddy learned that from you
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| You’re supposed to learn that from daddy
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| I can’t teach much when it comes to women
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| I drive safe and slow but don’t know nothing 'bout the engine
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| You’re doing good little man that’s all I really meant
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| I love you
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| You’re my best friend, thanks for listening
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| Dear Craig, what up bones? |
| How it goes?
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| Yeah, me? |
| Well, you know, you know, same old, same old
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| Sorry that the phone calls ain’t too routine
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| Just been runnin' around the globe tryin' to do my thing
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| Sometimes the weeks fly a little too fast
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| And sometimes I go to sleep a little too trashed
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| Other times I’m not sittin' on enough cash
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| And other times today feels too much like the past
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| Sometimes at night I would watch y’all fight
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| A child wonderin'
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| Why your life just ain’t alright?
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| What’s the violence about? |
| Why’s it in my house?
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| And even the memories are turned up too loud
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| Yeah, I got some issues in my head
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| Knew we should’ve started fixing 'em back when she left you
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| I’m not trying to get you down, I know you’re different now
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| But your little man just wants you to listen now
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| I’m over 30, can’t maintain relations
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| All these women want to hurt me and I just don’t have the patience
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| I can’t trust them, and they’re not much help
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| When they start to push and pull the buttons I don’t trust myself
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| What pride, fists, and words just might do?
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| I’m afraid of my fate, don’t wanna turn out like you
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| I’ve never hit a woman
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| I won’t do coke
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| And for that alone I love you and I want to thank you, old man
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| Dear Sean, what’s going on? |
| Not much to say
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| Just checkin' in with you, trying to see what’s wrong today
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| I know there’s gotta be something kicking your bruises
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| How’s the love? |
| How’s the music? |
| How’s the self-abusiveness?
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| Got a lot to lose, it’s breaking your shoulders
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| So you let your paranoia place your bets for you
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| Too many cigarettes, messing up your voice
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| Too many arguments, trying to test your poise
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| The only women that love you are fans and family
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| Mom has no choice, but fans leave you randomly
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| No heavy rotation in any location
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| You’re not ready to face that you have no steady vocation
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| Plus you’re getting old, your raps are exhausted
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| Stop it, everybody knows that you’ve lost it
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| Singing for these kids you don’t know
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| When you should be at home with your own instead you’re on the telephone
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| Fighting with your girl like it’s you against the world
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| Another drunk hotel bedroom corner, curled up like a naked fetus
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| Come and save him Jesus
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| Place him back in time before the Reaganomics and Adidas
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| Sometimes you’re not impressed with the work you’ve done
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| And love isn’t love if you didn’t hurt someone
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| Your son says, «Hi dad», your dad says, «What's up?»
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| And me, I wanna thank you, but I won’t, I’ll just say, «Good luck.» |