At 32, got to be moving' different I ain't cool with chilling

And how I look listening' to dudes that get news from Twitter

Let's be realistic, I'm getting' back up on my feet

See, it ain't been easy, but now I'm eating

So, what I'ma spend it on

My daughter got things she need

Her momma got things she need

And my momma got things she needs

So, what's left for me

I never think of what I like besides writing' to beats

Should take a cruise on the Lido deck with my pops and get to know him more

Tell me how it is, one day I might wanna go

Should take a cruise on the Lido deck with my pops and get to know him more

Cause I need an escape, gettin' high but feelin' low

Ocean shore, like what's the point of this money and gettin' older for

Runnin' out of time, only so much til I'm gone

If I can't take a cruise on the Lido deck with my pops and get to know him more

Goin' overboard, but never learn to swim

Two imperfect men with trauma that deserve to win

Workin' at three jobs to provide, man, that sound like me

Fightin' to be in your kid's life, man, that sound like me

Bein' afraid of what you gave will be taken away in vain

So every night you layin' in pain, man, that sound like me

Trust that I know, but as you can see, I'm still active

Baby girl growin' fast, I'm happy to be your dad

So watch her grow with me, not from a distance

Over Facebook pictures, take us out on the Lido deck with her pops and get to know him more

Tell me how it is, one day I might wanna go

Should take a cruise on the Lido deck with my pops and get to know him more

Cause I need an escape, gettin' high but feelin' low

Ocean shore, like what's the point of this money and gettin' older for

Runnin' out of time, only so much til I'm gone

If I can't take a cruise on the Lido deck with my pops and get to know him more

Goin' overboard, but never learn to swim

Two imperfect men with trauma that deserve to win

My uncle had told me what our parents inherited after seeing' so much death

Never been to no therapist, so the process of grief is internalized in a cycle of absent fathers

That just don't know how to talk about problems

Just escape, I hate that I'm honest and my twenties was toxic

So many girls I thought I wanted, then I just stopped responding

My apologies, it wasn't y'all and shit, it wasn't right

Maybe I'll find a wife out on the Lido deck, she'll get to know me more