Ten years without a drop
But I still get that itch
Just passed my old bar
Slowed down a little bit
Thinkin' 'bout my wife and everything that matters
Model on a billboard
Tryin' not to stare at her
Little version of me in the backseat
Reading me like a novel
Sayin' Dad, why you keep spitting
in that Gatorade bottle
Jesus, please just come on back I need ya
I'm desperate, messed up, tryin' to do my best but
I'm scared all I'm passin'
my son down is my bad stuff
Father, help me how am I supposed to do this dad stuff
I hate church but I love you
And I'm prayin' he does too
Looks up to me but I hope he sees me lookin' up to
Jesus, Jesus
Got nothin' against my dad
It is what it is
But that mirror makes me mad
When my demons look like his
Just tryin' to be the link
That finally breaks the chain
Lord, let this cross on my neck
Not just be a bunch of bling
I'm beggin'

I can't believe it's up to me
to raise that little man
Even though I only know so little, man

Jesus
Please just come on back I need ya