Hoping for a pretext
Hoping for a pretext
Get in here and mess with it
I'll try my hardest, boss
Step up your game, boy
Get all up in my face
Movies and naked chill
You have to start somewhere
Your throat can handle it
Not staring, just noticing
You had plans to fly away?
Spread me like a slice of toast
We'll teach you hand by hand
Just looking out for dad