Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boys Will Be Boys, artist - CASisDEAD. Date of issue: 07.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |