Remember, we met in any old way
I was drunk, I was going home, I got the wrong apartment
You weren't very pretty, braids, almost a pretty face
In distress, I had just had a horrible evening
Little girl easy to fool, pathetic teenage pick-up technique
In a quarter of an hour, I had my dick in your abdominal belt
Ooh, you weren't a model of chastity
There was a picture of your boyfriend in a heart on the bedside table
After three months you ended up dumping me
We had good, not always protected, relations
But you changed your mind, you barely wanted to kiss me
You wanted to build your life with your real boyfriend
And I thought to myself:
"24 hours ago she was on me doing a split
Now we're breaking up, she's super in love with her real guy"
I don't know, but I didn't like it, it smelled like trouble and it was
I stopped seeing her to avoid damage
I was losing it, I was starting to love this bitch
When I found myself all alone, I ran away in this-su
I didn't care about anyone, I locked myself in a bubble
And a bottle of Pitterson doesn't help much to take a step back

Anyway, over time I put you aside
Until you rang my doorbell and told me you wanted to talk
You have problems and it concerns me, you dumped your guy
You want us to get back together and love each other
You need my advice, you want to quit school
You're trying to find a job and you don't know where to get money
You're three and a half months pregnant
You want to keep it but you don't know if it's mine or his

First, we liked each other from the start
We had relations then you left me by mutual agreement
You get pregnant, you dump your guy, you're filled with remorse
You're counting on me to get you out of your sad fate

First, we liked each other from the start
We had relations then you left me by mutual agreement
You get pregnant, you dump your guy, you're filled with remorse
You're counting on me to get you out of your sad fate

"So actually, I'm pregnant and I want us to get back together
Because I love you and I'm sorry"

I hope you're joking, I hope you're making fun of me
I'm not like you, I don't swallow just anything
You won't fool me twice, don't count on me for your gifts
You only reap what you sow, even if I'm the one who planted the seeds
Okay, you're pregnant, okay, I might be the baby's father
But for the tricks, you're far from having lost your touch
Apart from your chatter, you have nothing to offer me
I'll never help you raise your offspring
I know you think it's super cool, you'll match it with your handbag
You'll be a real mother hen when you take it shopping
It's unhealthy, what more do you want me to say?
Congratulations, you're going to give birth to a future son of a bitch
You wanted a child before you were nineteen
But you won't know his father without a blood test
I don't trust you, I won't be at the maternity ward
I hate you, regardless of the paternity tests

I might be the father of your son
I don't know, maybe, maybe not
All I know is that you want to play with me
50 percent chance that I'm the father
I was ready to do it but you trapped me, left me lower than the ground

I might be the father of your son
I don't know, maybe, maybe not
All I know is that you want to play with me
50 percent chance that I'm the father
I was ready to do it but you trapped me, left me lower than the ground

"Little one, come over here, come see half-daddy
I'm going to tell you a beautiful story before you go to sleep"

I'm half your father, as if I had only emptied one ball
Until we had a fight, I thought your mom was a cool chick
But she picked up some bad habits
Like not warning her little friends when she stops the pill
She's going to make your life hard, she has a bad temper
It gives her a bitchy side, I liked her until she left me stranded
So basically it's war between her and me
I'll set sail before I know who knocked up your mother
Since then she's back with the other guy and he thinks he's your real dad
Because he doesn't know she was getting screwed when he wasn't there
You're in a bad spot, you're going to grow up in a shitty family
It's half my fault, I'll never tell a girl I love her again
We might cross paths in a courtroom or on a show
In the meantime, half-son, make the right decisions
Choose your friends wisely, resist temptation
And if you have sex without a condom, avoid spitting during the action

I have a 50 percent chance of having knocked up your mother
When she was cheating on your dad with me
No one knows the truth about this affair
So keep it to yourself, but I might be your father
Or maybe not

I might be your dad

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