Play Time is Over

By GB

If you knew me, you knew everything to me was a game
Took nothing serious, being responsible was considered lame
I would call myself a man, but nowhere near grown up
Complete juvenile, and no idea what was really up
Up the sleeve of reality, I didn’t even see the real world coming
The real world hit me hard, and the punch was really something
If it wasn’t for the punch to wake me up
I’d still be walking around acting like a toddler
The punch was my girl is pregnant, and I’m going to be a father
Everything that was a joke became real serious and fast
I want to be in my child’s future, so I got to leave the old me in the past
Cause being a good father has nothing to do with luck
Not even if you got a four leaf clover
Clowning around has been cut short, the game clock has struck 0:00
So, Play Time Is Over!!!