Dads Don’t
Yeah
Here we are
Angelic work of art
You smell like flowers in a vase
Plucking her over and over again
There's a jungle inside my head
Vines made from her hair that I swing from
Underneath the shade
We mate amongst the leaves, and mmh

Nine months later
Maybe we moved too fast
Maybe we cruise too far
Fell in love too soon
Things will never feel the same
Nine months later
Maybe we moved too fast
Maybe we went too far
But things will never feel the same

You felt like heaven in a drape
Pull up the gown and make way
Dripping the fountain of the lamb, a precious fate
We'll name 'em after me, yeah, right after this
Encountered devils in the manger
And we're in danger, we're in danger
Where the sheep laid, where they prepared our graves
We're in danger, we're in danger
Captured before we get away
And now it's all too late
Yeah
Shit is too real
Too real
It's all too real
Too real

Swear I don't forget you
Can't forget you, no
But you fuckin' the bread up though
I won't ever let up, no
'Cause I can't keep this weight up, no

Why you stressing me out for?
Stressing me out
Stressing me out for

Shit is too real
It's too real, too real
Shit is too real
Oh, it's too real
It's too real
It's too real
I think it's too real
Yeah

And I'll never forget it, won't forget it, no
Can't forget you, no
But you fuckin' the bread up though
Forget to let up, why don't you let up? Oh
I'll never forget you
It's too real