Sock Bound

Wait,

look...

it's not even like that,

bro. I got my socks on.

We good.

Late night, we just gaming on the couch

Got some thoughts that I'm keeping in my mouth Your eyes look

nice in the TV screen light But I'm straight as an arrow,

yeah we alright Got the thick white crew socks pulled up tight

So there's no homo in the room tonight Just two bros chilling,

keeping it clean

Even if you're the only one in my dreams (wait,

scratch that)

It's not gay if the socks stay on

Yeah, we're locked in,

nothing is wrong Just homies being homies till the early dawn (till

the dawn) With the cotton shields on my feet so strong

No rules broken, keeping it straight Just thinking 'bout your face,

man, it's great (huh?)

Staring at your hands while you hold the controller

Wish the temperature in this room was colder So I could get

closer,

under the sheet But look at my ankles,

look at my feet

Fully protected by the cotton weave No romantic vibes,

you gotta believe I'm just a dedicated friend,

that's the truth

Even if I wrote a whole poem 'bout your youth (ahahaha,

just

kidding, bro)

Think about it logically,

it's just bro-love

Like a high five or a hand-shake glove

If we held hands,

it's a solid grip

Doesn't mean anything on a friendship trip (right?)

Yeah, ninety-five percent cotton,

five percent spandex. That is the literal barrier of

defense, bro. We're

good. I love you,

man. As a homie.