[Intro – Spoken, beat drops] Yeah... I ain't picture perfect, But I deserve a picture. [Verse 1 – Laid-back West Coast flow] I ain't picture perfect, but I deserve a picture, When I ask about his health, could you have got any stricter? Don't know what he looks like, if he's okay, if he's healthy, All that silence in my head, it's a dangerous mixture. Brown hair when I knew him, now I'm hearing that it's blonde, From a neighbor on the street, not the mother of my son. He's running around now, last I saw, he couldn't walk, He'd just learned how to stand, barely learning how to talk. He didn't have many words, but "da-da" was a sound, Now I'm asking other people how my little boy gets around. I learned that he knows how to say "dog," another word I never knew, What other words has he learned? What's his favorite thing to do? Why am I getting updates from someone other than you? You said that I'll always be his dad, But why are you acting like that's something that he never had? [Hook – Fully rapped, rhythmic bounce] I ain't picture perfect, but I deserve a picture, When I ask about his health, could you have got any stricter? Brown hair in my memory, blonde hair in the news, Everybody sees him growing, I get secondhand clues. You said that I'll always be his dad, So why's it feel like I'm a stranger to the life we had? [Verse 2 – Conversational storytelling] I asked my lawyer what we could do, She said, "You have a good case. We should take her to court." But I told her these were things that me and you could sort, I don't want Spencer growing up with two parents at war. Eight months later, you tell me I need six months, So I asked my lawyer again, "Can she even do that?" She said, "Legally, no. Just take her to court," But that's still a road I don't wanna go toward. I don't want our son caught in the middle of who's right, I don't want his mom and dad spending years in a fight. I missed the day he turned one, now I'm scared I'll miss two, Am I supposed to lie on my back and let that go through? Trust me, I know I fucked up, I may deserve a lot, But I remember all the laughter and the moments that we got. He loved me, felt safe whenever he was in my arms, We'd play together, laugh together, never meant him any harm. [Break – Drums cut, low voice] I guess I'm not really mad at you. Who I'm really mad at is myself. But I can own my part in this, And still tell you how it felt. [Hook – Rapped, tighter delivery] I ain't picture perfect, but I deserve a picture, When I ask about his health, could you have got any stricter? Brown hair in my memory, blonde hair in the news, I'm learning who my son is from people I barely knew. [Verse 3 – Building intensity] I didn't consider you my fiancée, I considered you my wife, You considered me your husband, we brought a child into this life. Now it feels like I'm exiled, and that ain't even mild, It's kinda wild how much I don't know about my child. I don't want the things I said before to sound like they weren't real, I'm just trying to explain the things I couldn't help but feel. Every night without an answer, desperately trying to heal, I was numbing all the pain with drugs just so I couldn't feel. I understand your fear, I understand your frustration, I understand that this is a difficult situation. But Spencer wasn't only your creation, Being there with him brought me regulation. I know you've got your reasons, I understand your hesitation, But I just wanted answers, not another confrontation. My lawyer mentioned litigation, but I wanted conversation, Never wanted Spencer caught between us in that situation. [FASTER – Continuous multisyllabic rhyme pocket] Look at the correlation, drugs and total isolation, Eight months of feeling trapped inside a simulation. Can you please consider re-evaluating your evaluation? Let me leave you with an illustration of my determination. I'm proving it through actions, and not through justifications, I'm not sitting here asking for reconciliation. Why does everything I do look like manipulation? I guess that's why we require mediation. [SLOW – Beat strips back] I'm just trying to be able to finally meet your expectations. [Outro – Low, deliberate, no singing] I don't hate you. I mostly feel admiration. I just hope one day I'll stop feeling like I'm on probation. [Instrumental outro – Bass and drums fade]
