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December 29 (Mother and Father)
Christian & Gospel
December 29 (Mother and Father) was released on October 4, 2025 by Fernando Pey as a part of the album Church On Sunday
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Release DateOctober 4, 2025
LabelFernando Pey
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fernando Pey
Fernando Pey
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fernando Pey
Fernando Pey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fernando Pey
Fernando Pey
Producer
El Santo Del Valle
El Santo Del Valle
Engineer

Lyrics

This song is for my mother and father
The last couple years we ain't been honestly talking
I must approach you, all with a caution
Cause a joke in my text here, can lead me to a lecture
That I ain't really trying to have
I still got this passion, But I'm a grown man
I do what I gotta do, To deposit some cash
Juggling the problems, in my mind that I have
Anxiety, has been affecting everybody
And we ain't been the same, since 2020
I know I may seem
Like I take everything as funny funny
But that's my coping mechanism
That's been running from me, up and coming
But will still come up with nothing
I know I need to find a way to make more money come in
Looking at my parents knowing that they had it harder
I downplay the stress that I have, treat it like it's nada
If I didn't have this music, I'd be going crazy
It's my only outlet, cause I ain't conversating
Cause everybody's looking, for a different way to play me
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
How is my dad, working, harder than me
And he's 50
Got me tripping as I'm thinking
He's going out of state, and he's going out of town
While I be having anxiety, in and out the house
The fact that he had that shift, last night you see
Really inspired me
Cause I woke up that morning, at nine you see
Now it's sevenam as I write this piece
The grind that has been given to my parents
And the sense of humor that I have, may be seen as careless
I'm constantly daring, but I cannot just go compare it
To what they got going on, even though we sharing
A couple of traits, but that means nothing today
Unless there's money that's made, becoming ashamed
Can be a routine, that you're living around
But doing what I love, still trying to figure it out
If I didn't have this music I'd be going crazy
It's my only outlet, cause I ain't conversating
Cause everybody's looking, for a different way to play me
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Now they can only hear my voice, through what I'm creating
Written by: Fernando Pey
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