"Baby Boy" lyrics
(feat. Ghetts, Chrissi)
Uh, I wasn't crying, it was raining when I wrote this
Open-heart surgery, the feeling too exposing
Of wishing, I was closer to your very first moments
The dads that I saw didn't talk about emotion very much
As long as you was fed, it was love
Mum picked up the slack and it just was what it was
Your aunties were like angels, your uncle was a rock
Your grandmother was a gangster and you look just like your pops
To be everything to you that my dad never was
Is the only thing I ever really want
But wants can lead to nots like why was you not there?
Why you not in the house? Why was you so scared? Was it me?
I get nervous around dads when they talk about sleepless nights
Knowing I can't relate but still banter to be polite
Saw my mama do the single ting, my sisters did it too
Never thought that I'd be guilty of being the reason life get crazy, don't it?
Know you wouldn't blame me for it, try write my son a sonnet
Scared of a broken promise, a cycle of melancholy
Daddy with daddy issues, I hope you know daddy miss you
And we did this all because
Baby boy, I'll always adore you
Two stepping before you
You're my prettiest joy
Baby boy, you're down at my doorstep
I'm ready to worship
You're the 'cause in my voice
Baby boy
It's like when your dad's around, becoming a man comes with a manual
So if I give my son a hand, there's nothing we can't handle
I'd rather show my son some sand than give my son the sandal
My boy, unless you're better than yourself, son, don't gamble
I was riding bikes at four with no stabilizers
You beat me by a year and now you can stay beside us
Brush your teeth, comb your hair, and you get dressed with me
I don't like to argue in front of you or speak aggressively
I broke some generational curses so you don't deal with them
There's some that man are still dealing with, they're tryna reel me in
There's pain, shame, and guilt in them, I pray they don't affect you too
My son, the picture's never perfect, you gotta filter them
Daddy loves you, la la mummy
I think I found happiness, regardless of money
You got your mum's face but I can still see me in you
Why you cut your cousin's hair? That's the me in you
Why you ride quads? That's the me in you
One day we'll have a grown-up talk, just me and you
I'll tell you 'bout the birds and bees, I'll tell you 'bout the kerbs and streets
I'll tell you 'bout the work and fees, I'll tell you 'bout adversaries
We was born thirty-five years and four days apart
Whatever you choose to do in this life, let the Lord play a part
I've already paved the way and God has ordained the path
Don't be no follower, my son, when you can orchestrate the march
Baby boy, I'll always adore you
Two stepping before you, you're my prettiest joy
Baby boy, you're down at my doorstep
I'm ready to worship
You're the 'cause in my voice
Baby boy, I'll always adore you
Two stepping before you, you're my prettiest joy
Baby boy, you're down at my doorstep
I'm ready to worship
You're the 'cause in my voice
Baby boy
Don't look down, daddy
Open-heart surgery, the feeling too exposing
Of wishing, I was closer to your very first moments
The dads that I saw didn't talk about emotion very much
As long as you was fed, it was love
Mum picked up the slack and it just was what it was
Your aunties were like angels, your uncle was a rock
Your grandmother was a gangster and you look just like your pops
To be everything to you that my dad never was
Is the only thing I ever really want
But wants can lead to nots like why was you not there?
Why you not in the house? Why was you so scared? Was it me?
I get nervous around dads when they talk about sleepless nights
Knowing I can't relate but still banter to be polite
Saw my mama do the single ting, my sisters did it too
Never thought that I'd be guilty of being the reason life get crazy, don't it?
Know you wouldn't blame me for it, try write my son a sonnet
Scared of a broken promise, a cycle of melancholy
Daddy with daddy issues, I hope you know daddy miss you
And we did this all because
Baby boy, I'll always adore you
Two stepping before you
You're my prettiest joy
Baby boy, you're down at my doorstep
I'm ready to worship
You're the 'cause in my voice
Baby boy
It's like when your dad's around, becoming a man comes with a manual
So if I give my son a hand, there's nothing we can't handle
I'd rather show my son some sand than give my son the sandal
My boy, unless you're better than yourself, son, don't gamble
I was riding bikes at four with no stabilizers
You beat me by a year and now you can stay beside us
Brush your teeth, comb your hair, and you get dressed with me
I don't like to argue in front of you or speak aggressively
I broke some generational curses so you don't deal with them
There's some that man are still dealing with, they're tryna reel me in
There's pain, shame, and guilt in them, I pray they don't affect you too
My son, the picture's never perfect, you gotta filter them
Daddy loves you, la la mummy
I think I found happiness, regardless of money
You got your mum's face but I can still see me in you
Why you cut your cousin's hair? That's the me in you
Why you ride quads? That's the me in you
One day we'll have a grown-up talk, just me and you
I'll tell you 'bout the birds and bees, I'll tell you 'bout the kerbs and streets
I'll tell you 'bout the work and fees, I'll tell you 'bout adversaries
We was born thirty-five years and four days apart
Whatever you choose to do in this life, let the Lord play a part
I've already paved the way and God has ordained the path
Don't be no follower, my son, when you can orchestrate the march
Baby boy, I'll always adore you
Two stepping before you, you're my prettiest joy
Baby boy, you're down at my doorstep
I'm ready to worship
You're the 'cause in my voice
Baby boy, I'll always adore you
Two stepping before you, you're my prettiest joy
Baby boy, you're down at my doorstep
I'm ready to worship
You're the 'cause in my voice
Baby boy
Don't look down, daddy
