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