Lyrics Good Kid - Greenfield

Chalk on sidewalks, I'm in Picasso's eyeball
Kids are artists but they lose the spark, discharged in drywall
The drive to create dissipates after nightfall
Let it marinate, Nathan's guaranteed to buy a bible
Promise you that your kids needs some water
At least a carbohydrate and a swab of cotton to clean his traumas
Not a lot of misters can be father figures, but it's not a game of numbers
Tell them it's okay to make mistakes, stand by til they recover

Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right

Fatherhood is what you wanted, even though I didn't
I thought I would wait a couple minutes, guess you found a missus
Gotta say that makes me optimistic
Means it's possible to love me with no consequences
Better treat your daughter like a human, that's what she deserves
Teach her not to be reserved
Teach her how to break the cycle and get her feelings heard
Teach her how to handle joy and fear, when she gets her feelings hurt
Teach her how to share her pain, even when the world's cold

Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right

Good kid, raised right, but something ain't right
We struggled with what we leave behind
I panic when I think about my output
It's so difficult, why even bother?
Bein' fathers and mothers, you guys signed up to face the fallout
Nuclear family suffers famine, what's your plan then?
How will you provide?
What happened to puttin' Eema and Aba in a mansion, how will you survive?
Do you even have the time to think about your daughter?
She's still in the adoption line