Nah, those ain't his kids, but shit they might as well be
He kept food on their table, made sure they was nice and healthy
They got a dead-beat father, but such a stand-up daddy
He can't figure out why his children's mom is so unhappy
He notice little things, she starting arguments more often
And he ain't coming home to that plate of food like before when
Everything was new and every night was tender love and care
Now he laying on his side, she way the fuck over there
Can't even look in his eyes, missing the way she stared
As he told her how he felt, while his fingers ran through her hair
No communication, their whole relationship's hi and by
He used to hate shopping with her, now everything's buying fly
The other day he asked himself "you just sitting here crying, why?"
Them tears won't make you see things clear, nigga dry your eyes
Y'all best friends, this was built on a lot of loving
You wanna get back to the top, get to the bottom of this
