paroles de chanson Outro - boy with a guitar

(Bro, shut the f-fuck up!)
(What do you mean?)
(This is real shit, chat) Wha?
(This is some real shit) Slatt?
Yuh, yuh, yuh

Numbing pain in all the wrong ways
The way that make a parent head shake
The ways a child me would hate
The way I'm gay but I drink straight
The way you tell me how I could fix it
And I turn around and say I'll listen
Your voice gets into my life, ripping
But when I see your eyes, it say different
It's the distance, yuh
The way I go out and my bank account flop
Bottom of the bottle takes me to the top
Bottom of the line is I could never stop
Something we never started, something is off
Something is lost and that would be me
Find me a box, lost property
Now, watch what I got, feel jealousy

And I never bothered finding the cost
Of what it was 'cause what the fuck more on top?
Could never say what I felt into nice words
So what I feel will remain unheard

(Listen up, bro)
(Listen up, bro)
(This is real shit, chat)
(This is some real shit)