Dad
Nobody knows what it's like, my plight
A man on a flight
While in flight, a bomb in hand
To push one man to clip this gate
Fail and receive hate
But it is just I, an idiot
One time I saw my dad
And he was lookin' really mad
He said you better run away
'Cause I'm about to make you gay
And I'm about to make you gay
And I'm about to make you pay
You'll be spinnin' when I grab your tail
I hope you're ready for gay baby jail (Shit)
I've been soft locked for a minute
Was about to ask who did it
Just get me out of here, I'll make a deal
I'd even sing 1, 2 Oatmeal