Lyrics F.O.M.O - Scotty Sire

F.O.M.O

You could say I’m in the dumps
In a F.O.M.O.
funk
All my friends are going out
And you know they’re getting drunk
I said «no"when they asked me if I wanted to come
I’m home alone, but who’s having more fun?
(I'll tell you who)
I could’ve gone out, I could’ve left the house
With my new dope jacket and a grin on my mouth
But not tonight, no chance, I’d rather stay in the cave
'Cause my energy is low and Postmates' on the way
I seem to always regret going out with my friends
'Cause I love how it starts but I hate how it ends
A night that seems great but I’ll probably forget
Might as well just kick it right here in my bed
And then it starts to get late
I think I’ve made a mistake
Don’t really wanna pretend
But I get that, get that
Fear of missing out, fear of missing out
Cancel plans and I’m still dancing
Fear of missing out, fear of missing out
Talking F.O.M.O.
when I’m all alone
Alright, so I’m chilling
You know how I’m feeling
All my homies getting down and I’m staring at the ceiling
I pull my phone up and I check my friends' stories
Everyone’s getting wild while I’m watching Finding Dory
Now, I gotta try to snap back out of it then
But my Snapchat keeps on pulling me in
And the Instagram pics from all of my friends
Make me wanna be out on the opposite end
So I creep into the kitchen and I pour myself a drink
It’s a one-man party, what would my momma think?
Now, I’m feeling bummed, a little drunk and under the gun
Imma pour one more just to make my own fun
Uh, me amigos, most loco
I can tell the fuck up 'cause of all the drunk photos
They might call me Robin 'cause I’m dancing on my own
I’ll make every one of my homies wish they all stayed home, damn right
And then it starts to get late
I think I’ve made a mistake
Don’t really wanna pretend
But I get that, get that
Fear of missing out, fear of missing out
Cancel plans and I’m still dancing
Fear of missing out, fear of missing out
Talking F.O.M.O.
when I’m all alone
Expensive drinks without the booze
Pay the twenty dollar cover too
I’m having way more fun than you
Dancing in my living room
Pump it up, break it down
Made it loose, shake it out
I’m having way more fun than you
Dancing in my living room
Fear of missing out, fear of missing out
Cancel plans and I’m still dancing
Fear of missing out, fear of missing out
Talking F.O.M.O.
when I’m all alone
Put your hands in the air with your phones up
You shouldn’t have that F.O.M.O
'Cause you’re here listening to the beat
Come on, get up off your feet
F.O.M.O., say it with me
F, O, M, O, come on baby