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Boys Will Be Boys

 

Boys Will Be Boys

(альбом: Famous Last Words - 2015)


Boys will be
Boys will be boys
Boys will be
Boys will be boys
Boys will be
Boys will be boys
Boys will be
Boys will be boys

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Standing there starkers, making it hard to leave
Run it's course, she can't believe
Feelings harboured deep
Woman crush for half the scene
Things aren't what they seem
Shattered heart still on her sleeve
Scarred from our deceit
Discarded card receipts
Black tank, Khaki seats
Tints dark, can hardly see
Parties, hardly sleeps
She's suffering from fatigue
In love like every week
Every rap nigga she meets limousines and haute cuisine
Obsessed with being seen, phone the paps, leaving tips
I swear she'd attend the opening of a packet of crisps
I rarely roll to shit
I didn't like to run the risk of running into some auto-tune twit that's seen her tits
I wish I never knew all this
See ignorance is bliss
There's too many famous names, it's a long guest list
The rumours had me pissed, I heard that Pro pressed it
She name checked me in the press, that shit I don't mess with
Nah

Boys will be
Boys will be boys
Boys will be
Boys will be boys
Boys will be
Boys will be boys
Boys will be
Boys will be boys

Yeah, uh
Been six weeks since I stopped seeing her exclusively
No excuses, our connection just ain't what it used to be
She used to make herself late for shoots, taking nudes for me
She was hiding the truth
I never knew it was news to me
She told me that her uncle troubled her when she was six
And ever since then she's had this strange relationship with sex
Promiscuous and insecure and this is why she drinks
So that she can project confidence, or so she thinks
Show business isn't the best place to be naive
Men in power pray on stardom seeking starlets like meat
I found her OD'd
Barley, Fentanyl and sweets
Had to drop her to a private hospital on Harley Street
Now we hardly speak
It was a cry for help
I didn't answer, I just thought she needed to slow it down a piece
And now, when I see that fake smile on the TV
I can't help but think it's us that made her like this
It's deep

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