| Boys will be boys
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| And so will some men
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| Fix my problems
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| But miss where my woes went
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| You’ve grown in the gym
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| Like you’ve grown in your bed
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| It’s a thick winter
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| You’ll want a rope vest
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| We rolled up in a column
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| We flew in a queue
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| You need to skip to the plan
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| You need some glue for your root
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| You’re trending backwards
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| Your music loses views
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| Try and scare man like Jay
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| And say «boo» to a bluenose
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| Scare man like Jay
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| Say «boo» to a bluenose
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| We’re fixed to being juvenile
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| Glued to our youths
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| Let the Scottish beat turn up
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| Get loose in the house
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| And when it’s no hats and no hoods
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| Still cute in the shoes
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| Boys will be boys
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| And so will some men
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| I’ll never go out naked
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| I’m never at home dressed
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| Big questions like what came first
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| The yolk or the hen
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| But payday they don’t play
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| Scope it and leng
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| You man can’t chat to the king
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| When I’ve got straps that’ll ring, ring, ring
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| You think your bredrin’s hard in jail
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| Blud I’ll get him wrapped on a wing
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| Blud take off your chaps and your
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| Yo take off your chaps and your
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| Ring, ring, ring
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| You can try violate me
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| Just know what that’s gonna bring
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| Fuck that, I’m a big man now
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| And I got a punch that’ll sit man down
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| Gotta ding girls, I will skid that round
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| You got the keys, I’ll kick that down, down
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| Boys will be boys
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| And so will some men
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| So fucking loud it spoke
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| To those that are dead
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| Your resting bitch face
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| Your pouting default
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| You hate to be educated
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| Which fails you to be told
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| So beast mode on the bench
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| Pounds and swole
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| Horseplay’s for men
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| We’re just bouncing like foals
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| We are pigs in spirit
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| We are sails to the soul
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| Words can fuck you up, eh?
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| Nouns can be trolls
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| But when there’s no danger around
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| Cowards are bold
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| Don’t fret it pal
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| We can’t get on the guest list now
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| No checking out, that’s not it
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| Walk the walk but don’t question how
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| Tell my man don’t chat no shit
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| Trust now jump on the M6 now
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| You got the p’s, I’ll bring my sound
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| Anywhere I go, I’m the best in town
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| Invest your rounds and get dressed now
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| Let’s be about it, go at it again
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| Boys will be boys
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| And so will some men
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| Big questions like what came first
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| The yolk or the hen
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| But for me it’s more like what comes first
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| The toast or my egg
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| We were cool at the start
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| But we choked on the end
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| Only just broke but it’s supposed to not bend |