Chee Malabar:
Social misfit, can't even party right/spend your nights getting’ drunk with some folks you hardly like/…but they kinder than you are/for putting up with the adolescent mess that you are/Was all party and bullshit/till you took it too far from your drunken pulpit/look, we hard workin' folk, why you tryin' to embarrass us?/you don't need a drink, you need a goddamn therapist/Manchild in the promised land…/on a landmine, cursin' how you got this hand/but it’s your fault of course, the blood trails to your doorstep/the bile tells the tale, you can't say you was force fed/…please save us the horseshit/you ain't special, just another mess we have to rescue/for our own sense of decency. We wish we hadn't met you/hope you find some answers in the bottle that we left you.
Chorus
Chee Malabar
‘Cause I’m tired of singin’ the same song/I’m tired of singin’ the same song
Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow never came, (it’s the same ol same ol)/
tell me how to move on/
Cause I’m tired of singin’ the same song, I’m tired of singin’ the same song
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Chee Malabar:
How you still playin' a pimp when you a dead beat dad/still treatin' women like they're red meat shanks/...close to 30 plus/got the nerve to ask why your daughter hates your guts/all you do is suck weed and get bent/while your baby mama works to pay the rent/yeah, woe is you, you can't find a job/you got no diploma and your childhood was robbed/Is that it? Is that your final answer?/when will you be the man that you play and pull your damn pants up?/I miss my smilin' son in the picture on my mantel/in his shirt and tie, young, bright and so handsome/you know the one who promised mama a mansion/I don't want that, just take back what you ran from/your childhood is done, let your daughter have one/last piece of advice from a mother to her son.
Chorus
Chee Malabar
‘Cause I’m tired of singin’ the same song, I’m tired of singin’ the same song/
Yesterday’s gone, tomorrow never came/ (it’s the same ol same ol)/
tell me how to move on/
Cause I’m tired of singin’ the same song, I’m tired of singin’ the same song
Verse
Chee Malabar:
There you are…10 years old/sittin' on your mama's bed, lettin' all the tears go/ cause daddy's gone again, I ain't coming back home again/promised that I'd write you and try to keep phonin' in/known' I ain't coming back home again/If I could press fast forward/tell you that the world is yours and your dreams are your passport/let them take you where the day might/travel light little man and have a safe flight/pray to Providence you face like your mother does/and appreciate the things that was hard for her/God or godless, faith is what you make it/see obstacles as blocks or walls you ain't paint yet/carry the weight on your frail shoulder blades/only fools shadow box in the shade/don't be scared to face the man that you made.