Corster - Dad Fish Lyrics

Growing up
When I was younger
Back when kids played in their yard
These are some things
I would have wrote down on
My dads bingo card
He was crazy, kind of lazy, was a giant Nascar fan
He was funny, made the money, and Deep Purple was his band
He liked Code Red, and a cold bed, beef stew his favorite dish
I'm now older
Making a new card
Because I didn't have Cat fish!
From the moment
That I clocked in
I couldn't wait to leave my work
It was this shit
It was that shit
My boss is such a jerk
Finally came time
To clock out and go home
Everything was fine
I didn't think I'd be going fishing
But then I caught one on the line
From the moment
That I clocked in
I couldn't wait to leave my work
It was this shit
It was that shit
My boss is such a jerk
Finally came time
To clock out and go home
Everything was fine
I didn't think I'd be going fishing
But then I caught one on the line
I leaned closer ever closer
As I felt my blood rise
Theres my face and my brothers
I can't believe my eyes
I read the comments
See the details
Now I'm getting mad
Who the f*ck is this poser?
Then it clicked
It's my dad
I grab my phone and text my brother
He helps me clear my head
He used logic and a calm mind
To talk me from the ledge
I felt calmer and less violent
I thank him for the assist
But now I need some paper
So I can update my list
He's still crazy, and still lazy, no longer a Nascar fan
Can be funny, makes no money
Deep Purple's still his band
Don't drink code red, likes a cold bed
Beef stew still his favorite dish
I left some room for one more word and that is Cat Fish!
(You forgot felon)
[spoken word] oh what the f*ck. Now I need a new piece of paper
(Sorry dude)
He's still crazy, and still lazy, no longer a Nascar fan
Can be funny, makes no money
Deep Purple's still his band
Don't drink code red, likes a cold bed
Beef stew still his favorite dish
I left some room for one more word and that word is Cat Fish!
(If you write small I think you can still fit felon)