LV - Sympathy For The Devil lyrics

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