Kendrick Lamar – Father Time (feat. Sampha) Lyrics

Father Time

Kendrick Lamar (feat. Sampha)

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"Father Time." - Kendrick Lamar (feat. Sampha)

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 08:46 pm

Album: Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

Track No: 05

You really need some therapy
Real **** need no therapy, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Nah-nah, you sound stupid as fuck
Shit, everybody stupid
Yeah, well, you need to talk to somebody
Reach out to Eckhart
I come from a generation of home invasions
And I got daddy issues, that's on me
Everythin' them four walls had taught me, made habits buried deep
That man knew a lot, but not enough to keep me past them streets
My life is a plot, twisted from directions that I can't see
Daddy issues ball across my head, told me fuck a foul
I'm teary eyed, wanna throw my hands
I won't think out loud, a foolish pride
If I lose again, won't go in the house, I stayed outside laughin' with my friends
They don't know my life
Daddy issues made me learn losses, I don't take those well
Momma said, "That boy is exhausted"
He said, "Go fuck yo' self"
If he give up now, that's gon' cost him, life's a bitch
You could be a bitch or step out the margin, I got up quick
I'm chargin' baskets and fallin' backwards, tryna keep balance
Oh, this the part where mental stability meets talent
Oh, this the part, he breaks my humility just for practice
Tactics we learned together, sore losers forever
Daddy issues
Early morning wake ups
Practicin' on day offs
Tough love
Bottled up, no chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chase-
Early morning wake ups
Practicin' on day offs
Tough love
Bottled up, no chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser
I got daddy issues, that's on me
Lookin' for "I love you," rarely empathizin' for my relief
A child that grew accustomed, jumpin' up when I scraped my knee
'Cause if I cried about it, he surely tell me not to be weak
Daddy issues hid my emotions, never express myself
Men should never show feelings, bein' sensitive never helped
His momma died, I asked him why he goin' back to work so soon?
His first reply was, "Son, that's life, and bills got no silver spoon"
Daddy issues, fuck everybody, go get your money, son
Protect yourself, trust nobody, only your momma and 'em
This made relationships seem cloudy, never attached to none
So if you took some likings around me, I might reject the love
Daddy issues kept me competitive, that's a fact, ****
I don't give a fuck what's the narrative, I am that ****
When Kanye got back with Drake, I was slightly confused
Guess I'm not mature as I think, got some healin' to do
Egotistic, zero given fucks
And to be specific, need assistance with the way I was brought up
What's the difference when your heart is made of stone
And your mind is made of gold
And your tongue is made of sword, but it may weaken your soul?
My **** ain't got no daddy, grow up overcompensatin'
Learned shit 'bout being a man and disguise it as being gangsta
I love my father for tellin' me to take off the gloves
'Cause everything he didn't want was everything I was
And to my partnas that figured it out without a father
I salute you, may your blessings be neutral to your toddlers
It's crucial, they can't stop us if we see the mistakes
Till then, let's give the women a break
Grown men with daddy issues
Early morning wake ups
Practicing on day offs
Tough love
Bottled up, no chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser, neat
No chaser

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Sampha Sisay, M. Spears, D. Natche, Daniel Tannenbaum, Matthew Schaeffer, Johnny Kosich, Jake Kosich, Duval Timothy, Victor Ekpo & K. Jones.

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