Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
Get all up in my face
You have to start somewhere
Movies and naked chill
Wanna get back at your dad?
Just looking out for dad
Not staring, just noticing
Your throat can handle it
Get in here and mess with it
Spread me like a slice of toast
Step up your game, boy
We'll teach you hand by hand
I'll try my hardest, boss
You had plans to fly away?