Goalie

You know how like when you're playing soccer
The only one that can use their hands is the goalie?

I don't ever want to miss the old me
I don't try to sleep at night, I hear you crying, (ho, crying, yeah)
About a lot of things my father told me
(All the things he told me) (told me, aha)

I don't ever want to miss the old me
No, no more than a son, you're my best friend
You're like a homie
(Best friend), so hands on with you
I'm feeling like a goalie

From the moment you were born
Doctors placed you in my hands
I knew it was the time I had to step up as a man
I had to care for you, I survived for you
I always knew I would be there for you

I will provide for you, oh yeah
And there's nothing that I've seen
How could ever call so sweet?
But your itty bitty hands, all those teeny tiny feet

Okay, your mama got it easy
Sleep all day, don't make a peep
And the only time you cry
Is when it's time for you to eat

Like I know, let me get the bottle
While you unwrap the swaddle
Then we go kyle, turn the auto
Like I hit the lotto

That's for sure. One and two
Massacre diaper. That's the combo
It's your turn, changer
Well, that's a different combo 'cause oh no, haha

I don't ever want to miss the old me
I don't try to sleep at night, I hear you crying, (ho, crying, yeah)
About a lot of things my father told me
(All the things he told me) (told me, aha)

I don't ever wanna miss the old me
(No, no) more than a son
You're my best friend, you're like a homie
So hands on with you
I'm feeling like a goalie

To have a son could be so scary
Are you a werewolf? 'Cause you hairy
You or on top like a cherry
That's what makes you legendary
You weren't born from ordinary
Come first or secondary
A legend in the making, so your name was necessary

I read lessons I could teach
Or teach mistakes I used to make
From who's really your friend
Who's pretending and who's fake

How to love somebody properly
So hearts will never break
How to find a little balance
Don't you get more than you take?

I don't ever want to miss the old me
Try to sleep at night, I hear you crying, homie
Homie, think about a lot of things
My father told me, told me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh huh. What?
I don't ever wanna miss the old me
More than a son
You're my best friend, you're like a homie
(You are) so hands on with you
I'm feeling like a gold hands on goalie
Yeah

Brandon, I've seen you grow so much over these years
You're still so young, but yet you've accomplished many things
And for that, I'm so proud of you, son
And to see you become a father

A father to my wonderful grandson
Legend, it means the world to me
To see how you are with your son
The way that you love him, the way that you provide for him

I mean, it just means the world to me to see your growth
I love you, son