Fly Off The Handle II

And now to my bitch-ass father Papa always used to fake it like he really loved me But believe in all the gossip cause he didn't trust me Always trying to make some sense but didn't give no money, dummy Keep them comments to yourself cause I ain't hearing nothing If you talk about my life make sure you know the facts Don't assume if someone tells you that I'm doing bad Call my phone if you're concerned, it doesn't hurt to ask Instead of spreading all these rumors that I'm living sad My bad, I should've wrote this verse in Spanish so you understand Pa' que sepas no te ocupo, as que haz tu vida Si me miras hasta el ciego, no me necesitas Salte de mi vista, ya no más visitas Only time you come around is to erupt in issue Giving lessons knowing Papa wasn't there to teach you Passing absence onto me, you didn't want me, did you No one did dismiss you, still I never missed you Hurry get a tissue, bitch you Tried to paint my mama like some sort of crazy But she brushed it off with ease because that woman raised me You even tried to take me from her but could not contain me I remember vaguely, I was lonely on the daily Worried for my safety, left alone while you're at work See I was stoked to know you're home, but yet you roam from hole to hole I wish you known like, half them woman that you brought around Blaming mama for her absence, how the f*ck you sound Clown