Truly Scandinavian

Boys nights out

I had the same feeling years ago

Never missing, I like when you hold me close

Yeah, can’t stay home, I’m playing shows

Learned a lesson, it holds tight, I’m-I’m caught on my toes

Doing pills with my overdose

I’m okay, doing okay, just thought I was close

(Encore)

What a praise, yeah, it ain’t hard to know

Yeah, they hate, couldn’t relate, when it’s all for show

(Boys nights fucking out)

Call it what you like (call it what you like)

It gets worse, it gets worse than the last time

I can’t seem to try (I can’t seem to try)

I can’t seem to try, maybe next time

I think I got a fetish for the drama

Money in my pocket, spend it, get it back like karma

P-PVP, I do it for the honor

20 rupees up in my Balenciaga like a baller

Just want the commas, so I could get a call-off

I know I can’t fall off, told the bitch, log off

(Let go, bitch)

I feel like I just hit a walk off (he’s outta here)

Uh, in New York, I’ma wake off

Sipping drank, gotta let out a cough

Uh, sipping drank, I’ma let it cough

Be outside the show, yeah, paparazzi (fuck ‘em)

Love it when they call, yeah, keep it off

Call it what you like (call it what you like)

It gets worse, it gets worse than the last time

I can’t seem to try (I can’t seem to try)

I can’t seem to try, maybe next time

Truly Scandinavian