Chill, it's ok to behave as your age
You still have your hair and The Village's fake fame
You're waiting for someone, someone that stands your same old wars
Whenever you chose that, the line was already too packed
But how am I suppose to touch you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah, you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Why don't you talk normal once?
Boots made you cool when you were underage
Now your Mr Soon in your bed of clichés
You're waiting for someone, someone that likes it when you bluff
Whenever you chose that, don't get upset I'm not the one
But how am I supposed to like you and stay away
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah, you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Why don't you talk normal once?
You're waiting for someone, someone that likes it when you bluff
Whenever you chose that, don't get upset I'm not the one
You're always gonna mess around
Never gonna be around
Always gonna mess around
(But how am I supposed to?)
(Soberland, soberland, sober, sober)
But how am I suppose to touch you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah, you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate your background
Kid talk normal once
But how am I suppose to love you and stay away?
From all the strangers that surround you
Yeah, you'd like them as friends
I hate your taste, I hate you
Welcome to soberland
