I walking talking to my girl trying to enjoy my day
Holding hands with her smiling all across the way
But what crossed our way - the wire brought us bad news
The colorless expressions on their face, we call em, sad hues
It was evident as obvious we lookin at death
It was her father - he expired on his last breath
I went to console, but nothing was wrong
She said, "I can give a fuck, I'm glad that he's gone"