It was inevitable

    
God only knows he's grown farther from home, he's no father 
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose 'cause here goes the cold water 
These hoes don't want him no mo', he's cold product     
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows 
He nose-dove and sold nada, and so the soap opera 
Is told, it unfolds, I suppose it's old, partner 
But the beat goes on, da-da-dom, da-dom, dah-dah-dah-dah