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Year Of The Boy

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1.
Boylove 03:04
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This is Boylove This is Boylove Met a woman the other day Good conversation, that’s the way Biggest sexual organ is the brain Talking with me, that’s foreplay Cus I’m in no rush Know what buttons to push Our bodies intertwining Grinding like we making wine, yeah This is Boylove Boylove, Boylove, Boylove, Boylove If you don’t know what you want, Don’t toy with my heart Oh Girl, I see you out there Why you crying? All alone Swipe left, swipe right, Boys coming out tonight Driving my car all night it’s a drop-top You’re admiring the stars in the sky Looking fine in your crop-top I’m sliding my white leather glove down your thigh It’s consensual, and loving you feels right My heart is light as a feather And things are getting sensual We’re arriving on time, however we can ride on forever This is Boylove Boylove, Boylove, Boylove, Boylove If you don’t know what you want, Don’t toy with my heart Kissing on your neck, running fingers through your hair Sizzling in the bed, I don’t mean to overshare But this Boys love ain’t something you wanna walk out of, yeah Baby, I don’t want to tell you what to do But this Boy here is ready for you Got the candles lit So let’s smoke a spliff Cus tonight you’re my queen We’re gonna act obscene Riding my body, we’re just getting started I don’t mean to be vulgar But there’s more to touch than the vulva This is Boylove Boylove, Boylove, Boylove, Boylove If you don’t know what you want, Don’t toy with my heart Boylove Boylove, Boylove, Boylove, Boylove If you don’t know what you want, Don’t toy with my heart Let our love fly high like a kite, yeah Let our love fly high like a kite
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Pillheads On Ivory 03:34
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Living in a cave and I've never gone raving And one day the cave may cave in 127 hours, what will I do? Blazing 4/20 24/7 while waiting for the rescue crew That's Tesco crew by the way The Boys are there for you every day okay That's how we live and that's why I'll die Cause the Boys don't give a fuck and that's all right Underground like London Boys in the rap dungeon Don't make this King Cross Yo so check disk like MS-Dos Sean Coombs in the catacombs Hardest bone in the body in in your jaw, you know? But they don't train words in a dojo Same mouth gets you killed for them bad jokes, Them dad jokes. Rather smoke that buy his kids clothes. Sticks glow in my subterranean disco Under Dru Hill, sinking lower than Sisqo See my body move when I film it on TikTok Whose fault is this line, cancel San Francisco It's on, show tonight, shut it down with dynamite Choke on carbon monoxide, popping pills of cyanide It's all right, dance all night My every move is from Fortnite Time to party like we're gonna die tonight Eyes shaking side to side Ass quaking left to right Dance, dance, your time to shine Going out from 9-5 Now we going Dolly style, that LSD and Molly ride We drinking warm cans of Red Stripe Won't find this place on Trip Advise Bouncer ready to take your life Bar staff rackin up white lines DJ cheating on his wife Everyone here for them good times Blinking out in the sunrise Watching cars from the birds eye Everyone here is invited back to mine If we're quiet I don't think my girlfriend will mind Designer clothes, designer drugs Balenciaga coke, Prada is my plug You're snorting Calvin Klein I'm shooting up Armani Looking trendy while I'm dying Funerary Fendi party Embalm me in Versace fragrance Rotting in a grave is a great chance For a little weight loss Bury my body draped in Lacoste cape In a Maserati next to my fave hottie Kate Moss Spend it like ya got it Shake it like ya want it Smoke it like its chronic Drink like an alcoholic If you don’t do drugs then I’ll show you how If you don’t do pubs then you’re missing out Only go clubs if they play Scouse house Monroes in the car That’s how I bounce Meet us at the bar, Snort an ounce Let your hair down Forget your pronouns, Cus we all boys now, we all boys now Shake that ass like you robotripping Make that cash, we be double-dipping Take a chance, let The Boys slip inside your day dreams Get in if we fit in, going A-Team On the jazz, Louie V dripping Graveyard Gang Gatorade sipping Kodaka and Yukimura shipping You will never catch me slipping, no Never catch me slipping
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I'm A Dolphin 02:17
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(Yep, yep) I'm a dolphin Swimming in an ocean of morphine No gills, No limbs, ice grills Fourteen karat custom gold fins This some E.C.C.O. shit, Free Willy Doing ketamine with John C. Lilly And thanks for all the fish, bitch With the ball on my nose I don't miss, swish I got three keys of seaweed and I don't need a bong I'm smoking on that deep sea shit out of a conch Hup, hup, hup, hup Going Dolphin Style Girl grab my fin cus we gonna go for a ride Put your lips on my blowhole when we deep sea dive Going Captain Ahab on this Moby Dick, dick, dick Yeah we doing backflips beneath the Titanic Coast to Coast like Space Ghost across the Atlantic You thinking you Bill Murray cus this Life’s Aquatic Don’t wear a condom cus you’ll choke on that plastic When I go down I don’t need a snorkel Girl that pussy wetter than the ocean Got a higher bodycount than Tilikum Got you goin like (dolphin noise) Yeah we on that ocean vibe, going full Brian Eno The tide is high, and I don't care about Nemo Clownfish coat by Christian Dior Shoes Ferragamo, don't have any feet though No need though Call me bottlenose when I get drinking Tequila Sunrise in the evening Without even blinking an eye That's how we do it SeaWorld style Yo, let that shit sink in Sirens are singing some shit like Don't cha wish your boyfriend was a dolphin like me Don't cha, don't cha, c'est la vie Smoking doja, that's just the way of the sea Mermaid, Merman Have you got some coke man? Yo I chuck an ounce in the ocean Homeopathy in the sea, fluid motion This Charlie don’t surf, it just gets absorbed yeah The Boys are dolphins, Animorphs style Flicking page after page, evolutionary lines Flipping flippers, catching waves, big Wednesday vibes Going wild for them ancient mariner rhymes You watching Adult Swim, I’m watching adults fuck Down on the ocean floor like Sealab 2021 Deeper, Marinara, call me father, Going darker, Chicken Tikka Massala Cowabunga, goin Orca Bottom feeder going under You know when the boys turn into dolphins there’s going to be thunder Driving down the street in Lambos filled with water Fuck with us you gonna get run over
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Make It Clap 04:26
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Make it clap Make it slap (what) Better wrap it up before I send it back I bit a bite of butter cus I'm getting jacked Nicholson eyebrows when I get the bag It's time to get Fetty I'm not talking Wap An when I get in I stay up Cocks are crowin, I'm still getting fucked Bacon butty, a line of ketamine Bad thoughts jockeying for position (Yooooo) Make it clap, I'll take a pic of my dick Hope you like em thick, you slag Send a Snapchat, that's an app Imagine that, computer in your pocket pretty mad Just a quick shot of my prick for your TikTok Click, let it dangle, Dutch angle Hitchcock, put it in a ziplock bag and Strangle it, wrangle it, I know how to handle it Handle it, mangle it Throw it over your shoulder like it was a javelin My balls a pair of mandarins I play them like a mandolin Fondling a mannequin Shoot my load quick like Lewis Hamilton I roll that shit up like a pangolin Meandering born again sinning in Hollywood, Los Angeles This hooligan is scrambling I break a Scrabble board over your head like an orangutan I'm bored and rambling but when I'm on the mic I wield it like a sword And you're gambling with your fuckin life Come aboard, choo choo here comes the pain train I'll make you feel like David Blaine Catch a bullet with your brain Brain, skull, eyeballs I put my fingers inside like a bowling ball I got you sweating like alcohol withdrawal I'm Above the Law, Steven Seagal Make it clap Make it slap (what) I'm slapping the pap I'm bringing it back I'm rapping a rap I'm chasing the cat I'm doing the dance Parlez vous France? Je'mappelle garcon Twist it, bop it, that's how its done Pop lock and drop it like the chosen one I'm Neo, the Boys are a two-man trio Cus we don't need no third wheelin dweebo We're not even people, R2D2 and C3PO Drinkin up the diesel, fuck your Doritos We feed on microchip burritos Don't mind a bit of weed tho An we hit that fuckin beat yo Make the earth shake like it's San Francisco Save the future, kill a CEO I don't say this shit for the SEO (no) Make the one percent zero American Psycho for Jeff Bezos Do that shit now or in the Thunderdome Sarah Connor special, shooting up a tech bro I'm suiting up, exec mode All my money crypto I'm routing it like Cisco Escrow, shopping for some benzos Panic! at the Disco Panic at the Tesco Pop a couple xannies and presto Mash it up like pesto We goin handheld like Nintendo Switch, flipmode Gotta get that peach, Super Mario Eatin these pills like they're fuckin Haribo Yolo, Solo, gotta get paid bro Pyramid selling like a fuckin pharaoh Is this fair though? Lay low Bedroom studio, no bed Just a pair of gringos Make it clap Make it slap (what)
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Stuck In A Hole 02:45
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Hey, I was wondering Have you ever been trapped in a hole? Then this songs for you, its about being trapped in holes I'm in a hole Aye, way down underground deep I'm so low even God can't see Even the worms like birds to me Feels like the Earth's giving birth to me I'm a hole man Hans Moleman, Morlock Shock Jock At war with walls lad Do I get help or do I adapt? Do I get out or do I go bat? Stuck in a hole, point on a map Smoking endo til it feels like crack Smoking it up, mining crack rock Fuck Bubble Bobble, we be going Dig Dug You up in the club, I'm down in a dix foot ditch Graveyard Gang up in this bitch Rolex on my wrist, shovel in my hands Eighteen holes in my FMRI scans Like a golf course but I don't swing that way Swingin pick-axe down in the hole every day A-hole, k-hole, Come Up like J. Cole Turn on, tune in, drop out, lay low Fire and brimstone, living la volcano Drop it like Flintstones, pot of gold, rainbow Dig it up, we don't dig it up Cause we digging down, digging down Yeah we live it up, live it up in the hole And The Boys don't give a fuck Goin deeper and deeper And even deeper 'til we stuck Aye, C’mon chop chop You can’t dig up Hitting bottom rocks Doing Double drops Whiskey and beer, That’s a Hop scotch (tic tac toe) I’m raving, I’m caving I’m shaking, I’m quaking I’m saving, I’m amazing I’m in a maze in Crete Minotaur following me Take the bull by the horns Headbutt it to sleep Pressure makes diamonds Boys going eyeless You ain’t got a patch on us, like fake Stone Island Yo smoke a batch with us, now we getting higher Boys to the maximum, set it on fire Brain big, forehead like Danny Dyer Oh yeah, no shit! Us Boys always in a hole Goin Buffalo Bill with the underground flow Digging deep til we see smoke
6.
Lawless 02:47
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I'm the boy Lucy Lawless (x4) Im a tiger, you're a pussycat, clawless Clueless, Alicia Silverstone I'm the boy Lucy Lawless Leather vest, hair black Head to toe Gucci swag, looking gorgeus I'm fuckin flawless, more or less Well maybe more than less but I'm moreish Like primo crack, make it clap when I zap Past your lazy ass in a Ford Taurus You're a tortoise, I'm a walrus Yo we lawless, flawless Like you stood on a trap door Rope round your neck, Boys leave you breathless Going like Bermuda, cus we Reckless, For us it's all about the execution Don’t sell yourself short like a dwarf into prostitution Got big ambitions like getting out of bed Inspirational rhymes like a talk with Ted Do a power stance Vitruvian man diagram Well liked like a foetal photo on Instagram Get playing this shit through the ultrasound Goin post-partum It's how ya mama gets down Heads up when head downtown Girl you better sex up with a red dress Or a night gown, yeah we get around, I'm a hound Let's do it in the metro Piccadilly line, London underground I'm the boy Lucy Lawless (x4) Two boys but we're both like four of us So I guess we're quarters, but there's more boys Than Mordor has warlords, we don't cut corners So time to square up, I'm about to flare up Frisbee golf with chakram, dressed like a true Scotsman Put your hair up, I'm about to cut your fucking head off Defeat is not an option, lawless, ruthless, princess Taking care of business Yo I’m clueless, gormless Goin stupid in the club like I’m Forrest Bubba Gump gonna make me jump Like a shrimp into the net Butterfly, sugar, baby Yo so twist, rummy gin When I’m rummaging in the running gym Nose running, snorting ketamine Lets get it going, Pour a pint of bitter better Boy on Boy bars made of letters Getting wetter, super soaker Cigarette lit from my last spliff Chainsmoking like a blacksmith Tripping like on a slipped diff Got you pausing like an old gif Goin fast forward Cus we the Boy Lucy Lawless Flawless George Michael, yeah Psilocybin make you say Way So let me hear you say
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Sugarfree Butterfly 02:54
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I'm pretty sure that I can make a decent beat And there's gotta be some kind of weird kid niche For our tunes but the truth is I'd rather watch cartoons and produce shit Than try to promo music, where's the fun in that? No excuses (ey) I just do this my own way We're the Two Stooges and if you ask I'll give your money back All twelve bucks, I could give two fucks I just need a roof over head A little food and some drugs And fuck Monty Hall, you can keep your doors closed Because I don't even need a fucking car I know how walk, I'm already goat I do what I like while you don't Maybe it's not even your own fault, but maybe it is I'm not a role model, in fact not a model at all See me waddle down the catwalk Hobbling like Rogg from the Trap Door Moving kinda sluggish, eating up the rubbish Man what you do that for Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki Yeah you're my sugarfree butterfly baby Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki Yeah you're my sugarfreak Yeah you're my sugarfreak Down, down, dip down Sip, sip, sit down Gotta close the blinds when I go downtown Cus this Boy don’t like feeling of sunlight I’m getting vertigo cus you know I’m always high Can’t cope with my coping mechanisms Trying to unwind becomes an addiction So I’m swapping binge drinking for binge watching Swapping all night raves for afternoon shopping Guess I gotta slow down, going sugarfree All my life lightspeed, E equals MC Candle burns twice as bright, burns half as long Like a moth to a flame, it’s in my genes, son No butterflies in space, eaten by the sun All big stars turn into black holes Can’t fill the void, stuck in event horizon Fulfilled my goals always hunting like Orion Its always night in space, I’m feeling blindsighted Going Dr. Strangelove, I’m a rocket rider Looking at the sky in a garden at a party Eyes shaking from molly, all the stars are comets Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki Yeah you're my sugarfree butterfly baby Come my lady, bubblebath and reiki Yeah you're my sugarfreak Yeah you're my sugarfreak
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Gym Master 04:36
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What's happening? I'm laughing You're laughing We're huffing laughing gas At the after party Falling on empty canisters like staked Draculas Rolling on MD like I'm fucking on skates All in, looking fabulous, immaculate Watery eyes, snorting lines of my own ejaculate We on that Ouroboros shit For that protein hit You want to double-dip For muscle worship Then give me a kiss Then we're going to get ripped Because The Boys hit the gym The Boys hit the gym Get a grip on the barbell, time to begin Gym pants flapping in the wind We're training our biceps, triceps While you're training your chin, silence My body marble, sculpted by Donatello You better bulk up, your body Jell-O I'm shaped like a clip-art cloud And when I lift, I growl and bellow You're reading Paulo Coelho, whack the only thing I've read was the gym contract Cause a long paragraph doesn't get you jacked My six-pack is an eight-pack, that's s fact I'm lifting kilos for the gram Arms so big got their own OnlyFans On that He-Man shit, washboard abs Let's get soapy, touch me with no hands I'm doing chin-ups, no rubber bands T-shots into my glands New muscles spring up It's springtime for my hamstrings But gonna need new gym pants Gym Master Harder, better, stronger, faster Shape? grand, fake tan Brand new gold chain Weighs more than your neck can withstand Custom made pendant has the face of Hulk Hogan And I dance in front of the cam like Silence of the Lambs Silence at the gym when we're widening our calves Beef hormones surging through my glands I don't shrug this Atlas, fuck Ayn Rand I'm doing calisthenics, I'm smoking anaesthetics If you fuck with The Boys then you better call a medic Objection, may I approach the bench Can't pass the bar, you'll never get hench Get cross-examined by 12 Angry Men Form's not in order, I'm going Judge Dredd This Boy getting big This shit getting lit Can you feel the pump When we're doing deadlifts Skin on fire, hair blasting up Hitting that vagina like Vegeta Fucking up cells like Future Trunks I've got a standalone complex Got muscle men on my Pinterest This is no contest Gym Masters, ain't got time to rest Flexing my pecs, doing supersets Necromancer, I'm deadlifting Take a glance at my form, pristine In tanning bed I glitter like C-beams C-section, too wide to be born Gotta go sideways through every door In my prime, pain shoots down my glutes When I squat so low my butt hits the floor Harder than a diamond Stronger than a rhino American Psycho, that's my final form Designer tank tops, Ed Hardy Steroid injections when I party You're doing charlie, I'm signing up for the army Getting an erection thinking of my last gym session Aiming for perfection, governor election Going full Arnie Gym Master Harder, better, stronger, faster
9.
Tesco Garage 03:45
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Yeah And you know that I know Cus we going Scorpio Gotta catch this tail Before you feel the sting Not the first time this frog’s crossed the stream Yo, cus when I’m feelin me Feel possibility of you and me Lying in bed every Saturday Can you feel the G Not Gravity You missing motivation Don’t play me like PlayStation No Don’t leave me waiting like you Staying up late to watch babestation Boys hopping to the beat We going every week Don’t have a bed cus I don’t go to sleep We drinking blue drinks Losing count of sheep Nikes on my feet And lips on my cheek Parking up at Tesco lookin so fleek Cus Boys are rolling 8 days a week What? What do you mean what? The Boys are coming up fast, Gatorade and Buckfast We're the future you're still stuck in the past Shut the fuck up you're tryna outlast the everlasting, stop We masking up, catch me if you can but you won't catch up Baby we were born to run, spun Let's go Tesco we're just having fun Burberry dress code, this is Tesco not the UNESCO So if you wanna knuckle up, better buckle up Your face gonna look like a restored fresco My smile Glasgow, your smile asshole My eyes black holes your eyes black and blue Cause you fucked with the motherfucking Boys Fucking with the boys You wanna fill a void Fuck yourself with toys Going through these bags Like they packets of McCoys Favourite flavours enterprise Ask Leonard Nimoy Eat half a crisp That’s a semi-quaver Wanking limp dicks That’s a semi-waver Cut lines with clubcards And we Don’t need saving Boys going hard Dancing in graveyards When we hit the rave Better ring the alarm Tongues so sharp Cutting these words in ha- Chewing tree bark You wanna fuck with us Meet us in the car park Don’t forget the change though Getting an Asbo at Tesco KD ratio better than Warzone Punching you like holes in the Ozone Wha? Fuck Sainsbury's clique I'll bury those pricks like a ned John Wick We're the Tesco crew, keeping it real like fake news Self-checkout, no queues Irn-Bru in my veins for the gains Gotta pour a little on my homeboy's grave Digging him up to steal their gold chain, ka-ching I'm rubber, you're glue My pills uppers, your pills blue I'm L. Ron Hubbard, you're you End up in the gutter there's nothing you can do And it's raining blood, when it rains it pours Like a biblical flood guarantee ya Waterworld Tesco, not a bad idea Car park marina, put some oars on your Kia Pour me a beer, my Landlord going Lear Going Romeo cus his daughter works here Riding on the trolley like a rodeo No bullshit, nowhere to go Alone by the deli with coke up my snout I’m getting busy chatting up the self checkout Unexpected baggy in the bagging area Catch me roaming, I give you a Caesarean I’ll give you action like you on Police, Camera Makin flame throwers with a can of Lynx Africa Melt cops faces like Im opening up the Covenant They planting evidence like the Blair government Velcro on my shoes so they don’t take my laces Better do the whole bag when you get arrested Feeling great in a cell at a cellular level When I get out straight back at Tesco Ghost in a shell suit Major incident when I come through At Tesco every day's a party The Boys are gonna get it started Yo so put your hands in the air Yeah we here all day yeah Lasses screaming out the sun roof Big tunes with the Boys crew Blaze it up if you got it If not, what the fuck you doing? We got Tesla and Bugatti We got Stella and Bacardi If you really wanna party Better validate your parking Parking in the dark you like going dogging Going bark bark when the police come plodding Tucking bottoms into socks when you going robbing Sparking up a big biff when I go shopping And don't come knocking when the van is rocking The Boys in the carpark, ain't no stopping Ain't no stopping When The Boys are parking Tes to the Co to the B to the O to the Y to the S Don't you go toe-to-toe With the best, that's the Boys Doing blow in a raspberry red '96 Volvo, now you know
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Boys Out 01:42
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Well that’s that Another album of rap We making music for the fans If you love The Boys then we love you back Boylovers, All around the world Boylovers, Not men who hate girls, Boylovers, Not the tv show Boylovers, Its just us bros. Whether you playing this on a late night drive Or finding it again in ten years time Or you’re dancing to The Boys on your wedding day Or its on in the background whilst you’re getting laid We are The Boys and We’d like to raise a glass and We just want to say Thanks So buy our merchandise and Leave us on Spotify all night Then we get paid, yeah that’s right I think so anyway. I don’t really care about cash But I wouldn’t mind a kebab and a block of hash (Yeah) Through the fire, through the rain Through the brighter days, through the pain Together we stand Hand in hand Boylovers and the Graveyard gang Whether you think this world is too much, or not enough Whethere you're too soft or a bit too rough It's all good, 'cause The Boys love the boylovers like the Boylovers love the Boys like the The Boys love the boylovers like the Boylovers love the Boys like the

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