| This goes out to my father, who is in critical condition right now
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| I appreciate your prayers
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| Mr. Wayne Bridges
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| I love you
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| Rest in peace Wayne Bridges
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| You’re still living through me
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| Listen
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| Look, I lost my father to the bottle
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| I’d hug him everyday like I might not see him tomorrow
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| Got a enough sorrow for a lifetime
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| Cause when he was living I’m thinking how do I get him to listen
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| When he was seldom in his right mind
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| My early years I was too young to understand
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| But I remember the smell of beer and seeing all the empty cans
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| Waking up, crying in the night, hearing arguments
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| Hands off my momma, somehow I knew he was the cause of it
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| Got a little older and he got a little worse
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| Drinking must be his remedy, he got a little cursed
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| Well, tell me what’s the cure for a man who miss his pops
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| The beat goes on, but the drinking’s gotta stop
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| If I had have know I wouldn’t see you tomorrow
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| I would’ve had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey
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| But now you got me drunk out that pain, gone after sorrow
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| Wishing every day you were here with me
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| But now that you’re gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
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| Ooh oh oh
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| Yeah, I lost my father to the bottle
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| Functioning alcoholics what they call it far as I know
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| Became a teenager and started to understand
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| But even through drinks he still taught me to be a man
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| So before the hospital, where the paramedics rushed him
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| Any and everybody who met him, instantly loved him
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| Ironic how conjure Would have made him even sicker
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| Cause who gon' tell him he can’t drink none of his son’s liquor
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| And tell me without my father how am I supposed to manage?
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| He had the biggest heart, but also had that liver damage
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| Tell me what’s the cure for a man who miss his pops
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| The beat goes on, but the drinking' gotta stop
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| If I had have know I wouldn’t see you tomorrow
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| I would’ve had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey
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| But now you got me drunk out that pain, gone after sorrow
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| Wishing every day you were here with me
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| But now that you’re gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
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| Ooh oh oh
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| Not a day goes by that I don’t miss ya, and don’t wish you were here with me
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| No matter what you did, I forgive you
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| I lost my father to the bottle
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| Tell your parents you love 'em
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| You might not see them tomorrow
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| I swallow my pride, try to put my problems aside
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| But I feel so hollow inside
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| Gotta keep my eyes on the prize
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| Cause I’m steady wishing you were here
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| To see the goals that I plan to reach
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| You left the day after I put you into my Grammy speech
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| It’s almost like you waited just to see me win
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| Well, pops I can’t wait until the day we meet again
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| If I had have know I wouldn’t see you tomorrow
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| I would’ve had you hold to your heart, and put your love in a bottle, hey
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| But now you got me drunk out that pain, gone after sorrow
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| Wishing every day you were here with me
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| But now that you’re gone, I lost my heart to the bottle, to the bottle
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| Ooh oh oh
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| I can’t get over you you you, hey
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| Love in a bottle, hey heyyy
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| Oh, I miss you
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| I wanna see you tomorrow
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| I wanna see you again
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| I wanna see you tomorrow
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| I miss you, you you you you
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| I love you, you you you |