Oh man, ain't you wishin' you were dead or not a dad instead You blame Others for that mindset but you Gotta understand, you got to understand it doesn't phase me just yet Can't run away, can't run away My love stays right here Right here. Right now I'm like a blemish on your face or a toothache That never goes away, cause I'm the cavity But in reality Sound is my family But in reality I'm starstruck by your son who's one Great son of a gun and I believe we can do a ton With our hands Hands Blessed by the people who hated us Without no world for the two of us Us Right here Right now