Ju$t Jill - Michael & Michele Lyrics

I wish my parents were here so they could see me now
Made a name for myself, they would be so proud
Jilly G out here movin' and shakin' crowds
Performin' on stage, people sayin' wow
To my mother, yes, I was a lot younger
And a lot was goin' on, you didn't want me to discover
I can only imagine all your passion
That I know I got from you, after all that happened
With three kids in the bridge, with a man, no help
Again, a single mother, think y'all broke it off at twelve
Fourteen, buggin', thinkin' that I'm grown as hell
Angel gained in heaven, didn't even know myself
Used to want you and dad to get married
Didn't take long to see that that love wouldn't carry
You deserved much more than what you went through daily
Taken way too soon before your time, it makes me angry on God

Yo, if you ever met my mom, you already know how dope she was
The kind of mom when you brought your friends over
And treated them like her own
And she worked so hard, she was such a hustler
For real, I miss her so much
I love you mom, always

To my father, it's Jill, one of your daughters
Wanna say I wish you peace, feelings I don't wanna harbor
Cause you were my idol, that first man in my life
Coolest dad in my eyes, but still the music was your wife
And a few ladies too
Dad, I know what friend means
I had a few of those, plus you know I'm on the scene
So I try to understand a little better
Cause this lifestyle's complicated, there's a lot of pressure
But you know it's tough, I still have a lot to say
And God thought I said enough and had to go this way
Back and forth with my mother, then it blew up
You're full of secrets, but deep down knew you loved both of us
Kinda traumatized, I was nine at your meetings
Then you told me that's the
Only way you stayed the cleanest
Twenty years later, oh shit, you really mean it
Hate it when I swear I promised dad I'm still the sweetest

Yo, can I tell you my dad was such a pro when it came to the harmonica
And all music, but chromatic to be exact
And whenever you heard the harmonica on the T-station, everyone knew it was him
And they'd be hitting me up like, Jill, I saw your dad at Park Street
I miss them both so much