Chill, it's okay, to behave as you age

You still have your hair and the village fake fame

You're waiting for someone, someone that stands your same old wars

Whenever you chose that, that 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 you're missed too 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 suppose 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

(They go sober and sober and sober, sober and sober)

You're always gonna mess around, never gonna be around, always gonna mess around

(But how am I suppose to?)

(They go sober and sober and sober, Soberland, Soberland)

But how am I suppose to guide 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 your...

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