Dad Bod

Dad bod, Dad bod, we gone make it blow up Dad bod, Dad bod, I hit the twos and fours up Dad bod, my god she told me get my sport on Oh girl, my god she told me get my sport on Get two hundred dollars straight off of my new shoes We live in America, banned dancing, we living in hell like it's Footloose Straight dead in the winter, wherever you live, I got size 13s in the snow boots Make up the backbone of my economy, I can buy myself a new suit Making these bands never losing Split my path in the road so I'm thinking like two lanes Take one, take two, take three, take four She applauding my drip so I give her that, and told me what I'm gonna savor Yeah, driving my whip with the squad Copped the ice cause I invested in Louie Vitton Holding up on my advance After the fact I took on beef with Baby LeBron She got an attitude After everything, after it all It pisses me off I can't lie, it pisses me off Dad bod, Dad bod, we gone make it blow up Dad bod, Dad bod, I hit the twos and fours up Dad bod, my god she told me get my sport on Oh girl, my god she told me get my sport on Wake up in the morning, oh my god girl I'm so lame Drink tea for breakfast I'm a living version of morphine Give me your love, don't act desperate Just say your interested, little homie don't sweat it Yeah We've all been here before, huh Feel like we own the world, but suddenly we start to feel bored, huh Feels like we're missing a piece to puzzle And maybe in some way that's true, huh But make sure you find the right one, don't lose her I hope that they don't follow in my footsteps I gave it all it got but it might still not be enough yet Tell him to be positive, and tell him to be confident But if he wants a girl is he supposed to give her a compliment? Dad bod, Dad bod, we gone make it blow up Dad bod, Dad bod, I hit the twos and fours up Dad bod, my god she told me get my sport on Oh girl, my god she told me get my sport on