Father

My dad taught me 'bout the story 'bout the birds and the bees

When the bees turn into wasps and take half of everything

He sounded sure that a bird doesn't need a full nest

But a bed for our bird heads to rest

He told me, son, you'll never dunk, what?

It's family tradition, basketball is not for us

Our legs just aren't that springy

My great, great uncle almost did but he didn't

He told me, son, beware of the monsters

That roam the depths of your head

Sometimes they'll make you real sad

Or real, real mad or real, real jealous

And that's real, real bad, boy, breathe

Nicotine until you fall asleep

Like all of our family, breathe

Nicotine until you fall asleep

Like all of our family

Like all of our family, woo

I'm the new Will Smith, I'm, I'm Will Smith

Mixed with Michael Cera, I'm Will Smith

Michael Cera and picture Michael Cera

I'm Michael Cera

My father's married to a shape shifting monster

Who can sometimes take the form

Of a really, really, really nice woman

And although that seems super fucking frightening

Sometimes the scary monster makes a really, really great vanilla pudding

He has courage

But sometimes your courage isn't quite the kryptonite

As the monster that runs rampant through the house

Sometimes your courage makes you feel strong

But it seems as if the monster eats your muscles all along

Fuckin' pickin' out your self respect right outta his scary teeth

Her breath smells like pride itself and other men she used to meet

And the monster doesn't sleep and just schemes and fiends

On the next tasty meal it gets to eat, it gets to eat

It gets to eat

I'm the new Will Smith, I'm, I'm Will Smith

Mixed with Michael Cera, I'm Will Smith

Michael Cera and picture Michael Cera

I'm Michael Cera, what the fuck?

What the fuck?

What the fuck?