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[THE ASTRONOMICAL KID]


"Dead Beat"


[Verse 1: Astro]
It was a Friday, I was chilling on stealth
Moms had to go to work, I couldn't watch myself
I'm thinking I'm chilling with one of my uncles in the park
But I had to chill with Deadbeat, that's when it got dark
When mama brought the news I swear to got I almost shouted
But she paid them 20 dollars, so I couldn't get about it
Up in the crib, with his bipolar sister, she was insane
It was a shame, inhaling the smoke and tapping the vein
I've seen them do some crazy things
Call my mama sister some crazy names
Almost got beat up on the train
From running his lip to a crib with a grip
He was really tripping, I knew I had to be different
Deadbeat fathers, listen:

[Hook: Astro]
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head
That's the words that my pops said
Thought of me being something had went over my pops head

[Verse 2: Astro]
I thank God for my mama, cause pops only brought drama
Almost forgot my name, messing with that marijuana
You wanna be yaughty but never been to Jamaica
I always had the facts to prove you was a faker
Sometimes I thought my making was mistaken
How are you hating on your own creation, behaving
As if there's no relation?
But when I bring the [papes] in this correlation
Life is a hotline, your responsibility is the call of waiting
It's hot above-side, but we're inside
You've got the Jeep ride, you're lazy, keeping the fun away, G
Fed me ketchup and vegetables - ketchup and vegetables
The devil would make me better food than ketchup and vegetables
Aiyyo devil, am I right? You ain't hip-hop, so bring you back?
Screw that! Who that? Call me mister Astro, classy, flashy
Whatever you want, just not mister Bradley

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Astro]
Daddy gave me a name, then walked away
But if he knew that I be pay
He'd probably be right here today
He was a deadbeat, no debate
To him I dedicate this tape
And ain't got nothing else to say
Yeah, by your son you're getting played
Clean up your act away, I'm paid
I probably order you a mate
Ripping it on stage is how I rip it to your face
I'm going extra over beats because I know you're watching me
So fathers, never leave your kids
Because you'll never know what they're growing up to be

[Outro:]
That's the words that my pops said...
That's the words that my pops said...
That's the words that my pops said...
That's the words that my pops said...

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