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Boys Will Be Boys
02:38
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Stop
And look
Just listen.
There's something much bigger at war here.
Coming off the field you see she's covered in violations,
bleeding out for help yet no one there to believe her.
She wants attention, she wants attention.
Boys will be boys, boys will be boys.
Untouched and unchanged he fucks off into the crowd again.
He's justified, you're traumatized, but what were you wearing?
Guilty and scared, but no one there seems to care.
Criticized now comprimised she thinks it's all her fault.
It's all her fault, it's all her fault.
Boys will be boys, boys will be boys.
Don't touch fire, you'll get burnt.
Don't touch me or you;ll get hurt.
Where's the respect you should've learned?
The rights to my body stay reserved.
Wait.
Just wait.
Just please just fucking wait.
You're not even listening to what she has to say.
The #metoo isn't for you: the victim blaming crew.
Set aside your toxic pride,
your jokes just aren't that funny.
Not sensitive, I'm not sensitive.
You're just a prick, you're just a prick.
Don't touch fire, you'll get burnt.
Don't touch me or you;ll get hurt.
Where's the respect you should've learned?
The rights to my body stay reserved.
It's not her fault!
It's not her fault!
It's not her fault!
It's not her fault!
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2. |
Bathroom Baby
03:08
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A stranger coming to haunt me.
A stranger standing beside me.
Old memories trying to find me,
but rage it comes up and blinds me.
A few months down the road
still see you at every show.
They hate you and you don't know.
One wrong look and she's ready to go!
One wrong look and she's ready to go!
One wrong look and she's ready to go!
One wrong look and she's ready to go!
Find me in the bathroom, baby.
Me and my girls we're talking shit.
Smoking outside, missing my set.
Shut your mouth, you know you miss it.
You think you';re the bigger person.
Caught in a web of guilt.
Looking for some closure
sorry it doesn't work that way.
Message me on a tuesday.
Doesn't erase what you did.
That haircut didn't change you.
One more lie and she's ready to blow!
One more lie and she's ready to blow!
One more lie and she's ready to blow!
One more lie and she's ready to blow!
Find me in the bathroom, baby.
Me and my girls we're talking shit.
Smoking outside, missing my set.
Shut your mouth, you know you miss it.
Find me in the bathroom, baby.
Me and my girls we're talking shit.
Smoking outside, missing my set.
Shut your mouth, you know you miss it.
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