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[Intro]
Another bill I can’t outrun
Four little reasons to keep breathing
Still reaching for every one
[Verse 1]
Two boys came into this world
Same day, same blood, same eyes
Nine now, but their first years
Were court dates and sleepless nights
Years spent fighting shadows
Family court and CPS
Proving I loved my children
While it wore through my chest
[Pre-Chorus]
I learned how far a man can bend
Swore I’d never live that hell again
[Chorus]
I’m tired of promises turning into courtroom doors
Tired of fighting just to be their dad and nothing more
Tired of losing sleep while bills stack to the sky
Tired of saying I’m alright when that’s a goddamn lie
Take my money, take my peace, leave me crawling on the floor
But what tears the deepest is my kids don’t know me anymore
I’m angry, I’m broken, I’m running on fumes
Still loving four babies from four different rooms
[Verse 2]
Then she looked me in the eyes
Said she’d never put me through that pain
If we ever fell apart
The children wouldn’t wear the blame
Now my boy is seven
And my little girl is five
They know her blood, they know her people
Mine are strangers in their lives
[Verse 3]
I don’t get birthdays like I should
Don’t get ordinary days
They don’t know my family
Or my side of their name
But every month the money leaves
Whether I sink or swim
While I’m missing her and him
[Chorus]
I’m tired of promises turning into courtroom doors
Tired of fighting just to be their dad and nothing more
Tired of losing sleep while bills stack to the sky
Tired of saying I’m alright when that’s a goddamn lie
Take my money, take my peace, leave me crawling on the floor
But what tears the deepest is my kids don’t know me anymore
I’m angry, I’m broken, I’m running on fumes
Still loving four babies from four different rooms
[Bridge]
This ain’t about hating their mothers
It ain’t about keeping score
It’s about four kids having a father
Who still wants to walk through their door
I ain’t asking them to pick a side
Just let me hold them
And let them know their old man
[Build]
Money don’t tuck a child in
A payment don’t teach them my name
A check can’t replace Sunday mornings
Or make up for years gone away
I’ve got my own scars
I ain’t always been strong
Don’t tell me paying means parenting
When I ain’t allowed to come along
[Final Chorus]
I’m tired of promises turning into courtroom doors
Tired of begging for pieces a father shouldn’t beg for
Tired of losing sleep while the whole damn world moves on
Wondering how much of their childhood is already gone
Take my money, take my comfort, take whatever I can afford
But you can’t take the love I carry for those kids down to my core
I’m angry, I’m broken, I’m damn near through
But I’ll keep getting up, that’s what a dad’s gotta do
[Outro]
Two boys nine, one boy seven
One little girl who’s five
Four reasons I keep fighting
Four reasons I’m alive
If someday they come asking
Why Daddy wasn’t there
I hope they hear beneath this anger
I never stopped fucking caring
Details
GeneratedSep 11, 2026
Duration5:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Dark outlaw country rock; gritty guitars, heavy drums, brooding bass, raw vocals, restrained verses, explosive choruses.
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