Of all the words i could call you...
Of all the words i could call you...
You have to start somewhere
Parent teacher meeting
Your throat can handle it
Movies and naked chill
You had plans to fly away?
Wanna get back at your dad?
Get in here and mess with it
Get all up in my face
Spread me like a slice of toast
Just looking out for dad
Not staring, just noticing
I'll try my hardest, boss
Step up your game, boy
We'll teach you hand by hand