You're just somebody's daughter
You didn't raise yourself
You're just somebody's daughter
I can't change the hand you dealt
I wish I could've seen that
Some morals and some self -respect
More freedom as a child, I guess
But give me a five or a step,
these boundaries getting shaky
I guess I walked so long in your father's steps
And frankly been appreciated less,
so these words don't faze me
Cause I see how you treat
It's not your fault how you grow up,
so I still can't blame you
Forget about who's check that
Now finish that statement, punctuation
I know this grown -up shit is getting tough
It stopped being about who
is right and who is wrong
When I realized you're just
You didn't raise yourself
You're just somebody's daughter
I can't change the hand you dealt
No, I can't be a figure, that's parental
Still tryna fig ure out what I stand for
So why you standing over my corpse?
Oh yeah, trauma generates more
This rope getting tighter than I thought
Trip on your bag, you say it's my fault
Always your chaperone, it's my fault
ask you what it's my fault
Let me put you on some game here,
Change your response, you make it results
Y 'all just somebody's daughter
You didn't raise yourself
Y 'all just somebody's daughter
I can't change the hand you dealt