On The Rebound, Angel Youngs
On The Rebound, Angel Youngs
You had plans to fly away?
Step up your game, boy
Just looking out for dad
Wanna get back at your dad?
I'll try my hardest, boss
Spread me like a slice of toast
Your throat can handle it
Get all up in my face
Not staring, just noticing
You have to start somewhere
Get in here and mess with it
Movies and naked chill
We'll teach you hand by hand