You know I like it soft
In case you didn't now you know
You can keep your chiseled chest
For the likes of Fabio
When I'm feeling on my man
I like the feeling of the dough
So you other bitches split
This daddy's for the Rose
Been popping propecia praying
For follicle correction
I Got my hair but now I can't hold an errection
Sprained when I sprang
When I strained to spray a nut
In da cut-out-tube-sock jizz-mop
Shoulda stopped
At the twelve minute mark
When the porno went dark
And I'm barely half hard
But I pushed on
Then threw out my back
Hot flash, cold sweat, leg cramp
Sheer heart attack
I'm goo goo for Gaga
Like I'm coo coo for Coco Puffs
I like it rough
Pumice soap when I stroke
Its pastrami and salami
Like I'm Joey Tribbiani
I be bangin my own head
In hopes that I become a prodigy
They say, Conkie you perverted
What does your mama think
Well mama yeah she know
She used to wash all my sheets
Was it pizza for breakfast
Or 20 years of booze
Was it smokin' all that chronic
Or the late night fast food
Could it been all these kids
Or hanging my rock n' roll shoes
Whatever it is, I got
Them Dad Bod Blues
Yo, I'll be coming out the cut
With a hella rusty strut
MC Todd got the nod, but he never gave a f*ck
Hairs on fleek, under armor feet
Ice pack taped around both my aging knees
Stopped smoking trees, hooked on CBD's
Arthritic critic did it like a dad bod G
We're the sexy men on hella nexium
I'm the don of the john and I'm always wreckin' em'
Note to mf-self, you're never mf-stealth ,
Not a shock that the doc, pulled my stock off the shelf
Aaachoo, yeah, I think I blew out my back
My pants fell down and I'm all ass crack
As a matter of fact fam
I'm back to the john
Four minutes later like I just ain't gone
XL fonts man on my phone
Throw the old man the old dog bone
Dance karaoke like I'm Joey Fatone
Once again, I got that nod
Its a god damn shame I got that old dad bod
Was it pizza for breakfast
Or 20 years of booze
Was it smokin' all that chronic
Or the late night fast food
Could it been all these kids
Or hanging my rock n' roll shoes
Whatever it is, I got
Them Dad Bod Blues
Dad Bod Blues (feat. The Rose & MC Todd) Video (MV)
Performed By: MC Conkie Tonk
Language: English
Length: 2:53
Written by: Brandon Hoy, Casey McConkie, Natalie Chaput
MC Conkie Tonk - Dad Bod Blues (feat. The Rose & MC Todd) Lyrics
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You know I like it soft
In case you didn't now you know
You can keep your chiseled chest
For the likes of Fabio
When I'm feeling on my man
I like the feeling of the dough
So you other bitches split
This daddy's for the Rose
Been popping propecia praying
For follicle correction
I Got my hair but now I can't hold an errection
Sprained when I sprang
When I strained to spray a nut
In da cut-out-tube-sock jizz-mop
Shoulda stopped
At the twelve minute mark
When the porno went dark
And I'm barely half hard
But I pushed on
Then threw out my back
Hot flash, cold sweat, leg cramp
Sheer heart attack
I'm goo goo for Gaga
Like I'm coo coo for Coco Puffs
I like it rough
Pumice soap when I stroke
Its pastrami and salami
Like I'm Joey Tribbiani
I be bangin my own head
In hopes that I become a prodigy
They say, Conkie you perverted
What does your mama think
Well mama yeah she know
She used to wash all my sheets
Was it pizza for breakfast
Or 20 years of booze
Was it smokin' all that chronic
Or the late night fast food
Could it been all these kids
Or hanging my rock n' roll shoes
Whatever it is, I got
Them Dad Bod Blues
Yo, I'll be coming out the cut
With a hella rusty strut
MC Todd got the nod, but he never gave a f*ck
Hairs on fleek, under armor feet
Ice pack taped around both my aging knees
Stopped smoking trees, hooked on CBD's
Arthritic critic did it like a dad bod G
We're the sexy men on hella nexium
I'm the don of the john and I'm always wreckin' em'
Note to mf-self, you're never mf-stealth ,
Not a shock that the doc, pulled my stock off the shelf
Aaachoo, yeah, I think I blew out my back
My pants fell down and I'm all ass crack
As a matter of fact fam
I'm back to the john
Four minutes later like I just ain't gone
XL fonts man on my phone
Throw the old man the old dog bone
Dance karaoke like I'm Joey Fatone
Once again, I got that nod
Its a god damn shame I got that old dad bod
Was it pizza for breakfast
Or 20 years of booze
Was it smokin' all that chronic
Or the late night fast food
Could it been all these kids
Or hanging my rock n' roll shoes
Whatever it is, I got
Them Dad Bod Blues
In case you didn't now you know
You can keep your chiseled chest
For the likes of Fabio
When I'm feeling on my man
I like the feeling of the dough
So you other bitches split
This daddy's for the Rose
Been popping propecia praying
For follicle correction
I Got my hair but now I can't hold an errection
Sprained when I sprang
When I strained to spray a nut
In da cut-out-tube-sock jizz-mop
Shoulda stopped
At the twelve minute mark
When the porno went dark
And I'm barely half hard
But I pushed on
Then threw out my back
Hot flash, cold sweat, leg cramp
Sheer heart attack
I'm goo goo for Gaga
Like I'm coo coo for Coco Puffs
I like it rough
Pumice soap when I stroke
Its pastrami and salami
Like I'm Joey Tribbiani
I be bangin my own head
In hopes that I become a prodigy
They say, Conkie you perverted
What does your mama think
Well mama yeah she know
She used to wash all my sheets
Was it pizza for breakfast
Or 20 years of booze
Was it smokin' all that chronic
Or the late night fast food
Could it been all these kids
Or hanging my rock n' roll shoes
Whatever it is, I got
Them Dad Bod Blues
Yo, I'll be coming out the cut
With a hella rusty strut
MC Todd got the nod, but he never gave a f*ck
Hairs on fleek, under armor feet
Ice pack taped around both my aging knees
Stopped smoking trees, hooked on CBD's
Arthritic critic did it like a dad bod G
We're the sexy men on hella nexium
I'm the don of the john and I'm always wreckin' em'
Note to mf-self, you're never mf-stealth ,
Not a shock that the doc, pulled my stock off the shelf
Aaachoo, yeah, I think I blew out my back
My pants fell down and I'm all ass crack
As a matter of fact fam
I'm back to the john
Four minutes later like I just ain't gone
XL fonts man on my phone
Throw the old man the old dog bone
Dance karaoke like I'm Joey Fatone
Once again, I got that nod
Its a god damn shame I got that old dad bod
Was it pizza for breakfast
Or 20 years of booze
Was it smokin' all that chronic
Or the late night fast food
Could it been all these kids
Or hanging my rock n' roll shoes
Whatever it is, I got
Them Dad Bod Blues
Writer: Brandon Hoy, Casey McConkie, Natalie Chaput
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid