Dad Bod Lyrics

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