Father Time lyrics - Kendrick Lamar & Sampha

 You really need some therapy

Real nigga need no therapy, fuck you talkin' about?

Nah, nah, you sound stupid as fuck

Shit, everybody stupid

Yeah, well, you need to talk to somebody

Reach out to Eckhart

I come from a generation of home invasions and I got daddy issues, that's on me

Everything them four walls had taught me, made habits bury deep

That man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me past them streets

My life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can't see

Daddy issues ball across my head, told me, "Fuck a foul"

I'm teary-eyed, wanna throw my hands, I won't think out loud

A foolish pride, if I lose again, won't go in the house

I stayed outside, laughin' with my friends, they don't know my life

Daddy issues made me learn losses, I don't take those well

Momma said, "That boy is exhausted," he said, "Go fuck yourself

If he give up now, that's gon' cost him, life's a bitch

You could be a bitch or step out the margin," I got up quick

I'm chargin' baskets and falling backwards, tryna keep balance

Oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent

Oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice

Tactics 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 chase

Early 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 me

Lookin' for, "I love you", rarely empathizin' for my relief

A 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 weak

Daddy issues, hid my emotions, never expressed myself

Men should never show feelings, being sensitive never helped

His momma died, I asked him why he goin' back to work so soon?

His first reply was, "Son, that's life, the bills got no silver spoon"

Daddy issues, fuck everybody, go get your money, son

Protect yourself, trust nobody, only your momma'n'em

This made relationships seem cloudy, never attached to none

So if you took some likings around me, I might reject the love

Daddy issues kept me competitive, that's a fact, nigga

I don't give a fuck what's the narrative, I am that nigga

When Kanye got back with Drake, I was slightly confused

Guess I'm not mature as I think, got some healin' to do

Egotistic, 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 stone

And your mind is made of gold

And 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' gangsta

I love my father for tellin' me to take off the gloves

'Cause everything he didn't want was everything I was

And to my partners that figured it out without a father

I salute you, may your blessings be neutral to your toddlers

It'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, 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