With The Boys Lyrics

I'm just chilling with the boys like

Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night

Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like

Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like

Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast

Pick ourselves up when we stop start

Showing off our wounds cah we got scars

Man like Tate, nah they're not ours

With the boys and talking women

I just want a good time, they all want commitment

Now I feel like the dickhead

Looking through my texts and overthinking what I've written

Air me yeah that's calm, other ones are getting smitten

Wonder if my lady friends will hear me if they listen

Judge me when I leave yeah maybe that's a given

Tripping on my guilt, fuck it even when I'm winning

Scared of being put inside a box and

My sense of masculinity be seen as if its toxic

Window to the soul, yo hide behind the cockpit

Keys open doors and I've been tryna find the locksmith

Men lie, numbers don't

But men die, we don't cry, and the system got us numb and broke

Stroking on our ego through the women who we won and told

Us we were what they needed then we leave em, cuz we fucking choke

Mm, I'm just chilling with the boys like

Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night

Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like

Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like

Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast

Pick ourselves up when we stop start

Showing off our wounds cah we got scars

Man like Tate, nah they're not ours

With the boys I feel I'm back to Earth

Less alone in my pursuits when we all chat the worst

Shit that we've been feeling what we've done and how we see things

Realising all the lies that hold me back that I believe in

Yo, ask my boy about his new boo

Are you nice? You treat him right?

We don't really care what you do

Your status or your place it doesn't matter

If you're cool then we'll be cool too

And if the homies call you damaged goods

Say you've been around the block

We'll do our best to call him out

And tell him brother you're the same

Sounding lame, by the end you'd think his mouth had gone

Real men are real friends, say it louder boss

We're little boys at heart still

With a stone mask acting like we really can't feel

But we do, the best of us will bring it out the rest of us

Shed a couple tears, don't be scared, it's nothing special bruv

Mm, I'm just chilling with the boys like

Couple beers, saying cheers on a boys night

Talk a lot of shit, you know what boys like

Nah, no Tate, kill that noise like

Uh, yeah, fuck a podcast

Pick ourselves up when we stop start

Showing off our wounds cah we got scars

Man like Tate, nah they're not ours