Father Time Song Lyrics by Kendrick Lamar
You really need some therapyReal nigga need no therapy, fuck you talkin’ about?Nah, nah, you sound stupid as fuckShit, everybody stupidYeah, well, you need to talk to someoneReach out to Eckhart
I come from a generation of home invasions and I got daddy issues, that’s on meEverything them four walls had taught me, made habits bury deepThat man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me past them streetsMy life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can’t seeDaddy issues run across my head, told me, “Fuck a foul”I’m teary-eyed, wanna throw my hands, I won’t think out loudA foolish pride, if I lose again, won’t go in the houseI stayed outside, laughin’ with my friends, they don’t know my lifeDaddy issues made me learn losses, I don’t take those wellMama said, “That boy is exhausted, ” he said, “Go fuck yourselfIf he give up now, that’s gon’ cost him, life’s a bitchYou could be a bitch or step out the margin”, I got up quickI’m chargin’ baskets and falling backwards, tryna keep balanceOh, this the part where mental stability meets talentOh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practiceTactics we learned together, sore losers forever, daddy issues
Early mornin’ wake ups (ah) practicin’ on day-offs (ah)Tough love (ah), bottled up, no chaser (ah)Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser (ah)Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaseEarly mornin’ wake ups (ah), practicin’ on day-offs (ah, day-offs)Tough love (ah), bottled up, no chaser (ah)Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser (ah)Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser
I got daddy issues, that’s on meLookin’ for, “I love you, ” rarely empathizin’ for my reliefA child that grew accustomed, jumping up when I scraped my knee‘Cause if I cried about it, he’d surely tell me not to be weakDaddy issues, hid my emotions, never expressed myselfMan should never show feelings, being sensitive never helpedHis mama died, I asked him why he goin’ back to work so soon?His first reply was, “Son, that’s life, and bills got no silver spoon”Daddy issues, fuck everybody, go get your money, sonProtect yourself, trust nobody, only your mama’n’emThis made relationships seem cloudy, never attached to noneSo if you took some likings around me, I might reject the loveDaddy issues kept me competitive, that’s a fact, niggaI don’t give a fuck what’s the narrative, I am that niggaWhen Kanye got back with Drake, I was slightly confusedGuess I’m not mature as I think, got some healin’ to doEgotistic, zero-given fucks and to be specific (ah)Need assistance with the way I was brought up (ah, ah)What’s the difference when your heart is made of stoneAnd your mind is made of goldAnd your tongue is made of sword, but it may weaken your soul?My niggas ain’t got no daddy, grow up overcompensatin’Learn shit ’bout bein’ a man and disguise it as bein’ gangstaI love my father for tellin’ me to take off the gloves‘Cause everything he didn’t want was everything I wasAnd to my partners that figured it out without a fatherI salute you, may your blessings be neutral to your toddlersIt’s crucial, they can’t stop us if we see the mistakes‘Til then, let’s give the women a break, grown men with daddy issues
Early mornin’ wake ups (ah), practicin’ on day-offs (ah)Tough love (ah), bottled up, no chaser (ah)Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser (ah)Neat, no chaser (ah), neat, no chaser