I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
I remember when my dad said, "Don't talk 'bout the family"
In the songs you're making 'cause you're in a phase
That was five years ago, I never changed
I just wanted him to love me for the ways
That I dealt with the trauma
Did you ever have to sit beside your mama while she was crying rain?
"I just want you to be happy
I don't want you to feel this pain
Your daddy is a good man
We just went our separate ways
And what you're doin' he won't understand
'Cause his daddy put him in a cage"
I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
They don't know Lowell,
They can't even call me Lo
I've been fighting for years,
To have my own identity
Feel like my life a disposal,
Some shit he couldn't keep
If they knew about my eldest son,
They'd change the way they think
About me, about us
We live in a mansion,
His floors rot underneath his feet
His mom's a drunk, not like us
We live in purity, even though we still drink on the weekends
We'll smile when we see him even though
He's a stranger to us
He's a danger to our kids
I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
Los Atara - THREE Lyrics
Los Atara - THREE Lyrics
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I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
I remember when my dad said, "Don't talk 'bout the family"
In the songs you're making 'cause you're in a phase
That was five years ago, I never changed
I just wanted him to love me for the ways
That I dealt with the trauma
Did you ever have to sit beside your mama while she was crying rain?
"I just want you to be happy
I don't want you to feel this pain
Your daddy is a good man
We just went our separate ways
And what you're doin' he won't understand
'Cause his daddy put him in a cage"
I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
They don't know Lowell,
They can't even call me Lo
I've been fighting for years,
To have my own identity
Feel like my life a disposal,
Some shit he couldn't keep
If they knew about my eldest son,
They'd change the way they think
About me, about us
We live in a mansion,
His floors rot underneath his feet
His mom's a drunk, not like us
We live in purity, even though we still drink on the weekends
We'll smile when we see him even though
He's a stranger to us
He's a danger to our kids
I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
I remember when my dad said, "Don't talk 'bout the family"
In the songs you're making 'cause you're in a phase
That was five years ago, I never changed
I just wanted him to love me for the ways
That I dealt with the trauma
Did you ever have to sit beside your mama while she was crying rain?
"I just want you to be happy
I don't want you to feel this pain
Your daddy is a good man
We just went our separate ways
And what you're doin' he won't understand
'Cause his daddy put him in a cage"
I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
They don't know Lowell,
They can't even call me Lo
I've been fighting for years,
To have my own identity
Feel like my life a disposal,
Some shit he couldn't keep
If they knew about my eldest son,
They'd change the way they think
About me, about us
We live in a mansion,
His floors rot underneath his feet
His mom's a drunk, not like us
We live in purity, even though we still drink on the weekends
We'll smile when we see him even though
He's a stranger to us
He's a danger to our kids
I've been trippin' over loneliness, huh
Worry 'bout the moments that I think I'm missing
Get high in my bedroom, am I really living?
Everyone I used to know is married or doing things
That my father wanted me to do
I'm the black sheep, f*ck up, cast him to the side
How many sons I got? I only got two
Oh, you're his son I never realized, he had three
Writer: Lowell Scott Ashbrook
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC