Description
Composer, Lyricist: Pieter Sloot
Composer, Lyricist: Thom Liesting
Composer, Lyricist: Ramses Hooymeijer
Composer, Lyricist: Nanne Hatzman
Composer, Lyricist: Jess van der Zee
Lyrics and translation
Original
This is my lunch money.
Stand up if you wanna be a man. Do you need a real reason to cry?
I can get you one.
Rubber ball and a sea of shrunk. A windy shrug's gonna snow.
Will it be or no afternoon? Mom, please come home. I got daddy issues.
I'm a boy.
I got daddy issues.
I'm a boy.
Are you a moron? That was a rhetorical question.
You're not supposed to skip like your sister. Will you please plan with him?
For a second thought.
I'd watch out if I were you. I am more than a problem, I am a trauma.
I need a vacation to the Bahamas.
Ah.
I got daddy issues. I'm a boy.
I got daddy issues. I'm a boy.
I got daddy issues.
I'm a boy.
I have it all. I've grown it all.
A safe place knowing that you, you can talk to me.
I'll earn you spots, love as you come.
I can't go back to where I went in a row.
And I gave all that I could, but it doesn't stand a chance.
Pushing and pulling, my heart just runs ahead.
And I have no more reason to call you my own.
I can't 'cause I don't know love at all.
Ah.
I got daddy issues. And I'm a boy.
I got daddy issues. And I'm a boy.
I've got daddy issues. And I'm a boy. I've got daddy issues.
I've got daddy issues. I've got daddy issues.
I'm a boy