"Bedtime Stories" lyrics

Life's full of
Mad things
But I keep it real
And I write most of it down
Only way to feel
I called the ambulance up
But you think I'd steal
Still
What did I expect?
Big reveal
You nearly died
I went home and cried
I called Joey Gates up
And hope you stayed alive
He probably don't remember
To me it's hard to listen
I was just a kid who was working in the barbers with him
I try and get to the root
It's a darker mission
Young boys can't express themself and their narcissistic
If you're different fuck it
Then you should be proud
Anyone who's made in the crowd
Stays in the crowd
If you feel stuck
Don't watch
You can make it out
One day
You end up in the ground
Hope they take you Flowers

How will my boy turn out
I read him bedtime stories
I know you see the glory
But I feel exhausted
Ask me if it's worth it
Every fucking digit
Even when he chucks his dinners
Every fucking minute
It's a hard world boy
Don't let them tell you different
I can try and help you
But it's part of living
Adolescence
That's the essence
Now it's weekly food shops
And a bag of stresses
And if your Dad's in heaven
Know that you're patterned tell 'em

It's not even deep
I don't want it to be deep
It can be beautiful
Go and do something
Go and get outside and really do something
Go outside
Go look in the sky
Make something
Create something
Shake something up
Take something
Anything you want
Literally
Anything you fucking want