Father’s Day Ace Hood

[Verse 1]
Tears still rolling down my face
Simple fact it being Father's Day
My confidence was confiscated
More confrontations, shortened patience
I'm aggravated, agitated
Hate to say this, I ain't been a father lately
And I feel like I been a screw up
But then again everybody needs to tune up
Self observation, conversations
Choices made, I'm tryna find some confirmation
Damn, how the fuck did I get here though?
My own pops wasn't round to see his kids grow
And I be damned if I follow where his foots go
My baby mom took my kids about a year ago
I can't lie, shit is hard, she don't get it though
Every day the kids asking where their daddy go
Shit, still praying for a better way
I visualise good times when I meditate
To be alone on my own on this Father's Day
Tears still rolling down my face
To God I pray
To each his own, I can't condone
I compensate, the weed relates
And freeze the mind of my mistakes
I smoke and drink, I contemplate
I start to think, I hate my baby mama
But that ain't true, but that ain't you
Wear my shoes, I bet you couldn't fit in 'em if you tried to
I'm sick of lies, I'm tired of what I'm going through
It all starts with your kids not knowing you
Am I putting too much time in this vocal booth?
Am I spending too much time with my new boo?
Or do you do it for your fam or the new coupe?
Holidays of change ain't what I'm used to
I was tryna refrain from doing court moves
Never, ever a fan of doing court rooms
Too many regrets, it's all in my head
It's really not true cause all that I do was for my kids, damn
Living on edge, I'm praying for help
It's Father's Day and I'm feeling like I hate myself
I hate this fame and sometimes, I hate this game
But it's gon' change, yeah yeah, this shit gon' change