| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Standing there starkers, making it hard to leave
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| Run it’s course, she can’t believe
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| Feelings harboured deep
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| Woman crush for half the scene
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| Things aren’t what they seem
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| Shattered heart still on her sleeve
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| Scarred from our deceit
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| Discarded card receipts
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| Black tank, Khaki seats
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| Tints dark, can hardly see
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| Parties, hardly sleeps
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| She’s suffering from fatigue
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| In love like every week
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| Every rap nigga she meets — limousines and haute cuisine
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| Obsessed with being seen, phone the paps, leaving tips
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| I swear she’d attend the opening of a packet of crisps
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| I rarely roll to shit
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| I didn’t like to run the risk of running into some auto-tune twit that’s seen
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| her tits
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| I wish I never knew all this
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| See ignorance is bliss
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| There’s too many famous names, it’s a long guest list
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| The rumours had me pissed, I heard that Pro pressed it
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| She name checked me in the press, that shit I don’t mess with
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| Nah
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Boys will be
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| Boys will be boys
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| Yeah, uh
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| Been six weeks since I stopped seeing her exclusively
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| No excuses, our connection just ain’t what it used to be
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| She used to make herself late for shoots, taking nudes for me
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| She was hiding the truth
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| I never knew — it was news to me
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| She told me that her uncle troubled her when she was six
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| And ever since then she’s had this strange relationship with sex
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| Promiscuous and insecure and this is why she drinks
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| So that she can project confidence, or so she thinks
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| Show business isn’t the best place to be naive
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| Men in power pray on stardom seeking starlets like meat
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| I found her OD’d
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| Barley, Fentanyl and sweets
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| Had to drop her to a private hospital on Harley Street
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| Now we hardly speak
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| It was a cry for help
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| I didn’t answer, I just thought she needed to slow it down a piece
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| And now, when I see that fake smile on the TV
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| I can’t help but think it’s us that made her like this
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| It’s deep |