歌词
This is my message to the Instagram gods
Crushing Don Jr's algorithm:
Yeah, you've been caught
You think this actual ten-second clip
Of him attempting to face the camera toward him is worth
Only a quarter of a million views?
How dare you?
How dare you?
I keep pictures of Don Jr. above my bed
And now every night I fall asleep with him in my head
I dream he takes me to the skate park, and teaches me how to ride
I dream he let me do the monkey bars while holding onto my sides
I dreamed I fell off my skateboard, and he gave me a bandage
I dreamed I was hungry, and he made me a sandwich
I dreamed we stayed up all night learning TikTok dances
With Ron DeSantis
I dreamed we hunted Hunter Biden, and shoved him in a locker
Asked him how it felt to just be known for his famous father
Isn't it pathetic? Oh, isn't it a shame
To have no remnant of identity outside your father's name?
And when you look down at your hands, uncallused and cold
Can't you see all that you hold has been handed to you?
And does that make you feel small, Hunter?
Do you ever look back at your life and sob?
Thirty-eight years in your younger sister's shadow
Crying "Daddy, please love me"
"Daddy, please see me"
"Dad, won't you love me?"
"Dad, can't you see me?"
"Daddy, please love me"
"Daddy, please see me"
"Dad, won't you love me?"
"DAD, CAN'T YOU SEE ME?"
We pulled him out of the locker, and we gave him a swirlie
My alarm went off, and then I voted early
So should you