With the Boys
I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like
Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast
Pick ourselves up when we stop start
Showing off our wounds cah we got scars
Man like Tate, nah they're not ours
With the boys and talking women
I just want a good time, they all want commitment
Now I feel like the dickhead
Looking through my texts and overthinking what I've written
Air me yeah that's calm, other ones are getting smitten
Wonder if my lady friends will hear me if they listen
Judge me when I leave yeah maybe that's a given
Tripping on my guilt, fuck it even when I'm winning
Scared of being put inside a box and
My sense of masculinity be seen as if its toxic
Window to the soul, yo hide behind the cockpit
Keys open doors and I've been tryna find the locksmith
Men lie, numbers don't
But men die, we don't cry, and the system got us numb and broke
Stroking on our ego through the women who we won and told
Us we were what they needed then we leave em, cuz we fucking choke
Mm, I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like
Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast
Pick ourselves up when we stop start
Showing off our wounds cah we got scars
Man like Tate, nah they're not ours
With the boys I feel I'm back to Earth
Less alone in my pursuits when we all chat the worst
Shit that we've been feeling what we've done and how we see things
Realising all the lies that hold me back that I believe in
Yo, ask my boy about his new boo
Are you nice? You treat him right?
We don't really care what you do
Your status or your place it doesn't matter
If you're cool then we'll be cool too
And if the homies call you damaged goods
Say you've been around the block
We'll do our best to call him out
And tell him brother you're the same
Sounding lame, by the end you'd think his mouth had gone
Real men are real friends, say it louder boss
We're little boys at heart still
With a stone mask acting like we really can't feel
But we do, the best of us will bring it out the rest of us
Shed a couple tears, don't be scared, it's nothing special bruv
Mm, I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like
Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast
Pick ourselves up when we stop start
Showing off our wounds cah we got scars
Man like Tate, nah they're not ours
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like
Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast
Pick ourselves up when we stop start
Showing off our wounds cah we got scars
Man like Tate, nah they're not ours
With the boys and talking women
I just want a good time, they all want commitment
Now I feel like the dickhead
Looking through my texts and overthinking what I've written
Air me yeah that's calm, other ones are getting smitten
Wonder if my lady friends will hear me if they listen
Judge me when I leave yeah maybe that's a given
Tripping on my guilt, fuck it even when I'm winning
Scared of being put inside a box and
My sense of masculinity be seen as if its toxic
Window to the soul, yo hide behind the cockpit
Keys open doors and I've been tryna find the locksmith
Men lie, numbers don't
But men die, we don't cry, and the system got us numb and broke
Stroking on our ego through the women who we won and told
Us we were what they needed then we leave em, cuz we fucking choke
Mm, I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like
Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast
Pick ourselves up when we stop start
Showing off our wounds cah we got scars
Man like Tate, nah they're not ours
With the boys I feel I'm back to Earth
Less alone in my pursuits when we all chat the worst
Shit that we've been feeling what we've done and how we see things
Realising all the lies that hold me back that I believe in
Yo, ask my boy about his new boo
Are you nice? You treat him right?
We don't really care what you do
Your status or your place it doesn't matter
If you're cool then we'll be cool too
And if the homies call you damaged goods
Say you've been around the block
We'll do our best to call him out
And tell him brother you're the same
Sounding lame, by the end you'd think his mouth had gone
Real men are real friends, say it louder boss
We're little boys at heart still
With a stone mask acting like we really can't feel
But we do, the best of us will bring it out the rest of us
Shed a couple tears, don't be scared, it's nothing special bruv
Mm, I'm just chilling with the boys like
Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night
Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like
Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like
Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast
Pick ourselves up when we stop start
Showing off our wounds cah we got scars
Man like Tate, nah they're not ours
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Writer(s): Kamaldeep Matharoo
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