The group was acquainted with each through the Minneapolis music scene with some already playing together in another band. With Marino’s lyrical perspective, Dad Bod formed and was an instant success realizing their first single “Rot”. Drawing inspiration from artists such as The Cranberries, the quad adds stabs of shoegaze to Marino's dreamy, dark lullabies.
In July of 2020, Dad Bod released their first EP “Precursor”. A stripped-down, acoustic collection of songs curated during the COVID 2020 Quarantine. Right from the opening “4/9,” Dad Bod reveals a world unto itself - “Marino sings in a forlorn tone as if the ending was inevitable or that all human attachments are fragile,” said Robb Donker Curtius of American Pancake. The multi-dimensional and poetic lyrics have also come to define Dad Bod’s sound. Stay tuned for their full-length album in the near future.
Don't Say
Dad Bod Lyrics
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Don't say, don't say
Don't stay, you're gonna leave me anyway
Don't say, don't say
These days, feel like I'm sinking down below
These days, won't stay
You say you've got nothing on your mind
The lyrics of Dad Bod's song "Don't Say" bring out the feelings of helplessness and loneliness of a person who feels that they are sinking. The opening lines discourage the idea of reassurance and false promises made by people. The phrase "Don't say, you're gonna be there anyway" implies that the singer might have been betrayed before and does not want to be given false hopes once again. The following line "Don't say, don't say" makes it clear that the singer is irritated with the false promises and just wants people to be straightforward with them.
The next two lines, "Don't stay, you're gonna leave me anyway, Don't say, don't say," signify that the person has had enough of false support, and they want people to stop pretending to care. The song's mood is reflective of a struggle with mental health as "These days feel like I'm sinking down below, these days won't stay" portrays sadness and loneliness. The idea of people not speaking their mind and bottling up emotions is expressed in "You say you've got nothing on your mind, you say, don't say."
Line by Line Meaning
Don't say, you're gonna be there anyway
Please don't make promises that you may break later on
Don't say, don't say
I want you to know that I am serious and I don't want to hear any excuses
Don't stay, you're gonna leave me anyway
If you don't intend to stay for a long time, don't even bother
Don't say, don't say
I've heard enough empty words and I don't need to hear them again
These days, feel like I'm sinking down below
I am going through a difficult time and I feel depressed and hopeless
These days, won't stay
Time seems to be moving too fast and I can't keep up with it
You say you've got nothing on your mind
You seem distant and uninterested, and I'm not sure how to get through to you
You say, don't say
Your lack of response is making things worse and I don't know what to do
Writer(s): John Marinos
Contributed by James K. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Here's the lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Hahaha
Ayy
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[Verse 1]
I'm a dad, this my life
This the type of shit I write
I was hungry in the basement, now that boy, he full of life
Smoking dope high as a kite
Only when that babysitter at the crib, though
Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, ayy, yeah
(Take my shorty to Nobu and dig up her rib though, yeah)
'Cause back in my day it was food stamps
And I love my wife like I am Chance
I bet you'd rap about the shit me and him rap about
If you had ever made it out, but you ain't never had the chance
Uh, uh, circumstance
Uh, uh, way of life
Uh, uh, my decisions
Uh, uh, made 'em right
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 2]
Operated while they waited, will they love it, will they hate it?
Who gives a fuck though
Rappers praying they next, this shit is cutthroat
I'm livin' on another planet
My manic depression make me constantly wanna panic
I'm stressing on stage, pretendin' everybody undressing
I think I'll never learn my lesson
But fuck it all, it doesn't matter
Ayo I'm on a lyrical, poetic rhetoric
Lyrical miracle, satirical shit
If you don't like my conscious rap, you won't like my material shit
Love him or hate him, everybody know Logic can spit
Used to be up to date on that rap political shit
But nowadays I'm up to my elbows
And every single inch of my body in my baby's shit
I could tell you more about diapers than modern rappers in cyphers
I used to be about the B-Rabbits and Mekhi Phifers
Hit the stage, grip the mic and murder you like a pro-lifer
But I'm done now, I got a son now
Fuck the rap game, I'm done now
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby, better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[Verse 3]
They say that that boy done changed
He don't rap about his everyday life, he ain't the same
Goddamn, I already had a hard life once
Am I supposed to recreate it every album for you cunts? Okay
You want to hear about my everyday
I wake up, I wake my son up, then I feed him
And lead him into his carseat
Drive up the street down to Target
Don't do hard drugs or beat my wife
But the paparazzi still wanna start shit
I don't answer their questions, I leave 'em in the dark, bitch
Then I walk through the automatic doors
A couple fans spot me but, shit, I ain't on tour
I ain't trying to ignore her
But I head to aisle four 'cause my drawers stank as fuck
And I need some new drawers
Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (Can I have a picture?)
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick and shake his hand
Shaking uncontrollably, he tells me I'm the man
Now I'm headed to aisle three for some Bounty paper towels
I also grab some wet wipes to clean the shit from my bowels
A really hot girl walks by with a fat ass
But I'm just wondering if Hefty really holds the most trash
Forgot my card at home, thank God I brought some cash
Then I grab some Preparation H for the critics up my ass
Head to aisle five for some Sgt. Smash cereal
Is this want you wanted, everyday life material?
I'm not a kid anymore and be sure shit's boring
Made it out the basement, now my bank account soaring
Most exciting part of my life is probably touring
Don't get me wrong, I love fans in every single city
But hotels suck and the internet is shitty
I mean, why rap about everyday shit
When I could murder punch lines and sound dope like this?
[Chorus]
Chillin' with the homies at the crib
Bumpin' Pac Div, this the life I live, you ain't know about it
Hit the studio with No I.D.
Make a couple platinum records in that bitch and then I dip up out it
On the 101, my wife text me
Talkin' 'bout, "You gotta get home, feed your son," girl, don't trip about it
Walk up in with apple sauce and broccoli
Little Bobby better eat your greens, boy, don't give me lip about it
[Outro]
Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone
Bro, call me back
We couldn't get the fuckin' Super ** sample cleared again, so fuckin' annoying, bro
But honestly, I just say that we chop up the Toro y Moi joint
That we were gonna put on Ultra 85
And just like flip, fuckin' freak the shit outta that joint
I think it could be crazy
Call me back, I'ma chop it up on the MPC
Here I go
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Alexander Hutchings
I don’t understand how it’s “corny” to rap about health and happiness. Flexing your family, while still making nearly perfect music, sonically. This is an inspiration to me. If I can bump and vibe to positivity and family, rather than greed and cockiness. Imma do it. #ChangeMyMind
HERBERT 123
@Leo everyone and there mom calls logic corny, I personally love him
Leo
Who said its corny?
Sir Aggro
This song makes me feel not so bad about having a dad bod 🤧.