Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boys Like U , by - ZAND. Release date: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Boys Like U |
| You got plans for me |
| You’re tryna keep the peace |
| Oh boy you look so cute with your hands hid' behind your back |
| And some answer wrapped 'round your teeth |
| You know you’re being so nice |
| While you’re copping your feel |
| And I don’t really know if I can hold this conversation |
| 'Cause I ain’t gonna keep my chill |
| 'Cause you know I’m bad news |
| I know I’m bad news |
| I don’t got time for you |
| Boys like you are easily pleased, usually |
| I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see |
| They take my fingers in their mouths like it’s poetry |
| But you’re a little out of touch for me |
| And it’s a little bit too much for me |
| He says he’s got the goods |
| And that’s what makes me bad |
| When really self-entitlement ain’t gonna get me off |
| So that’s why you finish last |
| Yeah, you complain that you’re a nice guy |
| What, you think I’m dumb? |
| Passive-aggressive doesn’t seem or look attractive |
| So I guess you’re all on your lonesome |
| I heard someone say, «You know I’m bad news» |
| I know I’m bad news |
| 'Cause I’m only gonna tell the truth, yeah |
| Boys like you are easily pleased, usually |
| I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see |
| They take my fingers in their mouths like it’s poetry |
| But you’re a little out of touch for me |
| And, baby, boys like you can’t usually fuck with me |
| They try their best and find they’re shit out of luck with me |
| And 'cause of this they’ll go and scream that it’s misandry |
| So you’re a little bit too much for me |
| I know your tears taste the best-est |
| 'Cause I eat boys like you for breakfast |
| My momma said, «Babe, when you grow up |
| Don’t let the bad boys beat you up» |
| Well baby, I can be a bad boy too |
| So go get ready for a scare 'cause I’m gon' give one to you |
| Boo |
| Boys like you are easily pleased, usually |
| I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see |
| They take my fingers in their mouths like it’s poetry |
| But you’re a little out of touch for me |
| And, baby, boys like you can’t usually fuck with me |
| They try their best and find they’re shit out of luck with me |
| And 'cause of this they’ll go and scream that it’s misandry |
| So you’re a little bit too much for me |
| I know your tears taste the best-est |
| 'Cause I eat boys like you |