Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] If I would’ve just done what Daddy said Would I still know this mattress on the floor Half a tank, past due on the rent Tattooed prayers and clothes from the thrift store He said “son, save every dime you touch” “Keep your word, keep your mouth from runnin’” But I chased every shortcut, every rush Now it’s bills in a stack, trucks in the shop, heart stunnin’ [Chorus] If I would’ve just done what Daddy said Would I be sittin’ pretty instead of on edge Would I have a little house, white fence, warm bed Instead of one wrong turn from losin’ my head If I would’ve just stayed in my lane Listened when he warned me ’bout the storm and the rain Would I still wake up soaked in regret If I would’ve just done what Daddy said (Daddy said) [Verse 2] If I would’ve just done what Daddy said I might’ve passed on that crooked little deal Signed my name, didn’t read what it read Now I’m workin’ three jobs just to get a meal He said “love like forever, don’t play games” “Pick one girl, treat her right, stay true” But I broke her heart, now I drink her name In a late-night bar, see her ghost in every booth (oh) [Chorus] If I would’ve just done what Daddy said Would her picture still hang by our bed Would I hear little feet on the stairs instead Of a clock tick loud in this empty shed If I would’ve just held my pride Bit my tongue, took her hand that night Would she still be here, layin’ on my chest If I would’ve just done what Daddy said (Daddy said) [Bridge] He said “one day boy, you’ll call me up cryin’ Wishin’ you could rewind and reset” Phone to my ear, but the old man’s smilin’ Sayin’ “son, you ain’t done yet” (you ain’t done yet) [Chorus] If I start right now, do what Daddy said Maybe I can build somethin’ strong instead Little house, warm light, same old bed Turn these wrong-way roads into steps I tread If I finally just do what Daddy said Learn to bow my stubborn, broken head Maybe grace shows up where my tears have bled If I finally just do what Daddy said (Daddy said, hey)
Tags
rap, Country-trap crossover with male vocals; twangy acoustic guitar over a sparse, knocking trap beat, 808s sliding under a warm fiddle hook. Verses lean rap-sung in a tight pocket, chorus opens into big melodic country harmonies and stacked ad-libs. Subtle organ pad in the bridge, final hook drops drums for the first half then slams back in on the last line., country
Duration
2:56
Instrumental
No
Created
3/14/2026