[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 unzippin' jeans, living like a Liba-Teen
Leavin' you and the kids at home alone, missin' me
I wasn't ready for all them responsibilities
Or them long nights in them hotels, it was killin' me
But growin' up, I saw my own father cheatin'
And my mama cryin' so the cycle has repeated
I know my son, he understands why I'm leavin'
And I feel bad lyin', sayin' that I'm gonna see him
But his sister's too young to get my reasons
Or wrap her head around all the shit that she was seein'
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 guidin' 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 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 wonderin'
If I could be the reason that you not wantin' the other sex
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 blessin'
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 livin' at high speeds
Women at night leave but 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 philanderin' 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 ass around
I understand that you grown and that you past it now
And that my chances of knowin' you all shattered now, I'm sorry
