Rest in Hell, Daddy (Even Hell Deserves Better) By Roxy Adams --- [VERSE 1] Father's Day felt like a memorial service, You went missing—no body, no purpose. I waited on tables, waited on you, Till I served your eulogy with a side of regret. I outgrew the role, I simply clocked out. Raised myself on tips and spite. Here's a tip: fuck you, Daddy. --- [PRE-CHORUS 1] I bled my youth into waitress shifts, & you gambled my future on losing bets. Nothing left—not even hope on credit. (No more bets—I’m cashin’ out!) (You folded—I’m the house now!) (Play the hand—I never back down!) --- [HOOK] Look, Daddy—how much I’ve grown. Look, Daddy—I raised myself. 'Cause a daughter… shouldn’t have to father herself. --- [VERSE 2] You bet on red, I bet you'd change, I was 13, cleaning blood and change. You vanished quick, left silence and debt, Came back broke with nothing but regret. You gambled us—not cards, not dice, Loan sharks circled our home, hope, and mom’s cries, Now we’re drowning—never taught me to swim. --- [PRE-CHORUS 2] I lit my name where you left ashes. Your name never opened doors—just closed the casket. (Say my name—it ain't yours!) (You ran—I rose!) (You lost—I wrote the prose!) --- [HOOK] Look, Daddy—how much I’ve grown. Look, Daddy—I raised myself. 'Cause a daughter… shouldn’t have to father herself. --- [BRIDGE ] I only wanted him to hold my hand, But he dealt my hand a bad deal. I only wanted a father. But got a demon—his words dripped in silk. I only wanted Daddy. I only wanted to share a meal. Still wore my poker face, trying not to cry— Guess I wasn’t worth the deal. But I got a magician— House disappeared. Money disappeared. Siblings disappeared. Trauma appeared. Even hell took pity on me— Raised me in fire, it was warmer than the streets. I thought you died, Until the repoman knocked. There was nothing left, so he sent the reaper. To Joey, Matty, Ricky— I hope you have a better father in heaven. I must have been emancipated. 'Cause I survived. Rest in Hell, Daddy. Even Hell deserves better. --- [BRIDGE TAG] I cooked closure in a dirty pan. Served it cold—just like you taught me to. --- [FINAL HOOK – Call & Response] Look, Daddy—how much I’ve grown. (Look how she’s grown) Look, Daddy—you sank while I rose. (Rise, rise) 'Cause a daughter… shouldn’t have to bury herself just to be seen. (No more graves) (Look, Daddy… I waited.) (I grew up without you…) (You left me…) (Shouldn’t have to father…) (Father…) (Father herself.) --- [OUTRO] Your deadbeat heart is dead to me. Dead beat dad, no returns. But even hell deserves better... Rest in Hell, Daddy.

Rest in hell DADDY