What's a Boy To Do

I’m sure that I am moving to Saint Louis
Three long years wandering here in New York City
Guess I’m looking for the right way to do this
The right things to call pretty
Young boys playing in the park, turning their backs to take a shot
You know I’ll stay sharp around here cause they’re the stoning and leaving type
It’s the kind of love that comes and goes when there’s company coming around
But what’s a boy to do who knows no man now?
what’s a boy to do who knows no man now?
Daddy’s been looking down his nose at all of them
And I’ve been looking around for someone to tell me who I am Kept saying I was too young to finish a fight
So I died each time they came, I never got to draw my knife
Well, it was just a pair of shoes in a middle school locker room
with the world watching
and Angela’s crying
I’m dying just a little in side as they run away
Funny, which words stick with you twenty years down the road when
you’re driving alone
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home?
What’s a boy to do when there’s no man at home?
Well, I stack my books into perfect rows
From the biggest down to the smallest ones
And I buy all the perfect clothes
bullet proof and black
so I look like a son
Well it was just a rainy night at Tyler’s house
Bottle spinning round the room
And everyone singing is slipping down a halfway rush of blood
I was grabbing Missy and trying to find the light switch in the dark
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart?
What’s a boy to do with no man in his heart?
It’s all quiet for the first time
No voices left to fall
I saw a boy at the bridge
Car was left at the top
It’s four o’clock in the morning
It didn’t need to be like this
Cause the watch he left to cover up should have been a holy kiss
It’s not like those days.
It’s not like I’m scared of you.
What’s the son of man and a boy to do?
What’s the son of man and a boy to you?