just tryna keep baby vanessa dressed has got me feeling stressed to death
that’s why you always see me smoking cess, it makes my problems less
apparent, single parent, baby’s crying now my eyes are flaring
up cause I ain’t slept in weeks, my doc prescribed Sonata
I’m tearing through that bottle, tempers flaring, shit, I oughta
wear a noose around my neck, cause I’ve been feeling so depressed,
ever since my baby momma left, delivered then she jetted
went to see the doc again, he responded with Effexor, 
I didn’t like the side effects so next he gave me Lexapro, 
decreased my highs and upped my lows, I wonder if Vanessa knows,
her daddy’s on the brink, his daughter’s bathing in the sink,
he needs a babysitter for his next appointment with the shrink,
cause all he ever does is think and think and think and think,
"What if I’m doing this all wrong? What will adult Vanessa think?"
"Will she thank me? I’m feeling anxious." "Here’s a bottle of Pristiq.
Take it with a shot of vodka, now you’re numb from teeth to feet”
rock my baby girl to sleep, keep trepidation buried deep
this medication keeps me sleepy and sedated every week
now my fate is up shit’s creek, cause I’ve convinced myself I’m weak
I could’ve been a professor but now I’m mingling with the lessers
all I want is a profession that impresses Vanessa
and addresses our need for green, cause she needs some new dresses
I’m indebted to her well-being, better pray I don’t mess up
all this worrying increasing my already high blood pressure
pop a Zestril, that’s four pills I’m paying for, that I can’t afford
not to mention my remaining payments on my Ford Escort
can’t pay your bills, you triflin’ good for nothing type of brother
you dug yourself so deep in debt don’t think you can recover
find solace in the bottles stocked inside your kitchen cupboard
toss back a couple shots until you drunkenly blubber
"I should’ve used a fucking rubber" y’all better run for cover
I’m a single dad, I’m drunk and mad, we’re headed for trouble