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