What's up with your dad?
[Intro]
“Okay, Jon...
Tell me again how this isn’t about me?
Because your dad just chucked a spear at my head.”
[Verse 1]
You said he liked me!
He gave me armor and a pat on the back!
Now I’m dodging spears at dinner—
WHAT. IS. THAT.
They sang a song, now he’s seeing red!
(“Saul kills thousands, David ten?” OH NO YOU DIDN’T!)
I play harp, he throws knives!
This is not a normal king-son-friend-life!
[Chorus]
Jonathan, bro, I’m tryna believe,
But your dad’s got murder up his royal sleeve.
I’m sleeping in caves while you're sipping wine—
What’s up with your dad? Is he doing fine?
[Verse 2]
He’s just... stressed!
You know, kingdom things!
War, taxes, prophets, demon wings?
STRESSED?! He threw a javelin at me TWICE!
That’s not stress, Jon, that’s HOMICIDE.
You said, “Come to dinner, prove it’s cool,”
Now he’s foaming and flippin’ his stool!
He called you a son of a “perverse woman” too!
(You okay? That cut deep, boo.)
[Chorus]
Jonathan, bro, I’m tryna believe,
But your dad’s got murder up his royal sleeve.
I’m sleeping in caves while you're sipping wine—
What’s up with your dad? Is he doing fine?
[Breakdown]
Look, I love you, man, I do...
But this royal sleepover’s turning into Saw II.
WHAT’S THE EXIT PLAN?!
DO I FAKE MY DEATH?!
DO I WEAR A GOATSKIN WIG
AND HOLD MY BREATH?!
[Chorus]
Jonathan, bro, I’m tryna believe,
But your dad’s got murder up his royal sleeve.
I’m sleeping in caves while you're sipping wine—
What’s up with your dad? Is he doing fine?
[Bridge]
You gave me your robe, your sword, your soul,
But now I’m a fugitive and losing control.
Your dad’s hunting me like I’m Goliath’s ghost—
But you’re the one I’ll miss the most...
[Final Chorus]
Jonathan, bro, I know you tried—
But your dad’s got rage that can’t be denied!
He’s throwing shade and literal spears—
So I’m skipping town, maybe grow a beard!
[Outro]
Tell me you’ll shoot the arrows long…
AND I’LL BE GONE BEFORE THE NEXT DING-DONG!
WHAT’S UP WITH YOUR DAD?!
(Seriously though...)
WHAT’S UP WITH YOUR DAD?!