V[Verse One: Emilio Rojas]
First love, I know you haven't forgiven me
For all the women I seen up in the Philippines
When I'm unzipping jeans, living like a Liba-Teen
Leaving you and the kids at home alone, missing me
I wasn't ready for all them responsibilities or them long nights
In them hotels, it was k**ing me but growing up
I saw my own father cheating and my mama crying
So the cycle has repeated, I know my son
He understands why I'm leaving and I feel bad lying
Saying that I'm gonna see him but his sister's too young
To get my reasons or wrap her head around all the sh** that she was seeing
But I was broke so I never threw a dollar in
I disappeared, I knew that you would provide for them
I wasn't fair, I wasn't there for guiding them
But I just wasn't ready to be a father yet, I'm sorry
[Verse Two: Emilio Rojas]
My first daughter, you're beautiful with your mother's eyes
I'm sorry I wasn't there to sing you lullabies
I'm sorry I never shared with you this other side of me
But it was hard, I lived a double life, I took another wife
I gave you a sister but I was never there enough
To claim that I'm missed her and it was never fair to her
The way that I did her and left you both without a father
For the sake of my mistress, I'm in Caracas, you blossomed
And now you such a gem, the only thing that I taught you
Was not to trust in men and now you single and hostile
And I been wondering if I could be the reason
That you not wanting the other s**, I wasn't ready for fatherhood
I'll admit it but everything I did, I promise you, I regret it
Wish I could be the one you walk into at your wedding
I'm a coward, I won't ask for forgiveness but I'm sorry
[Verse Three: Emilio Rojas]
Yeah, I gave you my name, I gave you my pain too
You my first son, it's a mistake that I shamed you
It's true your birth wasn't expected but you were such a blessing
Now I'm the reason you angry and you got such aggression
Never was a question of whether you like me
It's whether you like it or not, we living at high speeds
Women at night Liba, here's a bit of advice, you die lonely
It'd get rid of that vice, a child only sees the glamorous side
Of a philandering life but I know you saw the damage it caused
I'm sorry that you had to see me put my hands on your mom
And I jetted and made her handle it all, here's a man that was wrong
A real man would be strong and hold his family down
Not abandon his home to chase some a** around
I understand that you grown and that you past it now
And that my chances of knowing you all shattered now, I'm sorry