Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boy made flower
Performer
Henrik Schjelderup-Lund
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henrik Schjelderup-Lund
Composer
Markus Næss
Composer
Hogne Olsnes
Composer
Aksel Rindsem
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Henrik Schjelderup-Lund
Producer
Markus Næss
Producer
Hogne Olsnes
Producer
Aksel Rindsem
Recording Engineer
Edvard Tronstad
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Do i disappoint you?
What can i do to impress?
No money, no label, a mess
They look see-through on me
See right through me
Your looks are see-through on me
Like a fucking x-ray on me
What can i do to impress?
No love me, just foreplay, i guess
Moving see-through nowdays
Been a lil' stuck in my ways
My roomie yelled at me today
He'll never see me again
"Who does he think he is?"
"I think he think he brought it"
"Boyo ain't no artist"
Honest, honest
Honest, honest, honest
It's dying on the vine
You gave no chance to shine to me, like
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
I feel see-through around them
See right through me
I tried to show off to them
Took off on the exit on me
The boy slipped-
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
The boy slipped-
See right through me
I tried to show off to them
Took off on the exit on me
Vile shit
Real shit, vile shit
The boy is going through it
The boy is going-
Do i disappoint you?
What can i do to impress?
No money, no label, a mess
They look see-through on me
See right through me
Your looks are see-through on me
Like a fucking x-ray on me
What can i do to impress?
No love me, just foreplay, i guess
Moving see-through nowdays
Been a lil' stuck in my ways
My roomie yelled at me today
He'll never see me again
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
I feel see-through around them
See right through me
Took off on the exit on me
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
Deep shit
Took off on the exit on me
The boy slipped
Deep shit, foul shit
Real shit, foul shit
Deep shit
Took off on the exit on me
The boy slipped
The boy is going through it
The boy is going-
"Who does he think he is?"
"I think he think he brought it"
"Boyo ain't no artist"
Honest, honest
Honest, honest, honest
It's dying on the vine
You gave no chance to shine to me, like
Deep shit
Foul shit, real shit
Deep shit
Foul shit, real shit
Lie to me
Do i disappoint you?
Lie to me
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