boyfriends/girlfriends (Explicit) - Forrest Nolan

Lyrics by：Forrest Nolan/Henry Nichols/Paris Carney/Boy Blue

Composed by：Forrest Nolan/Henry Nichols/Paris Carney/Boy Blue

Produced by：Forrest Nolan/Pharaoh Vice

Ever wonder what your friends are doing after that dinner

So you ask them and they answer

The wrong question and you think that it's weird

But don't think you'll mention

Then you overhear that it's somebody's 21st birthday

You don't know them it's this Thursday

And they're going and you think that it's weird

That they didn't mention

If anyone knows why hit my line

I'm kinda tired of being left out this time

I know it's not supposed to be a city of angels

But could you be a little less fake

Like boyfriends talking 'bout all of their girlfriends

Talking 'bout all of the places they go when I go home

When I can't help but wonder if they know

That on weekends they're making out while I'm sleeping

Look at them out at the places they go when I go home

When I can't help but wonder if they know I know

Play it off they don't have to know that you can still hear them

And still see them with their masquerade expressions

And their crocodile confessions I guess

If anyone knows why hit my line

I'm kinda tired of being left out this time

I know it's not supposed to be a city of angels

But could you be a little less tactless as ****

Boyfriends talking 'bout all of their girlfriends

Talking 'bout all of the places they go when I go home

When I can't help but wonder if they know

That on weekends they're making out while I'm sleeping

Look at them out at the places they go when I go home

When I can't help but wonder if they know I know

Every little thing that you say behind my back

Oh you think you're slick well she thinks you're wack

And he thinks you're bad at playing pickup

Thank god I'm so sick of

Boyfriends talking 'bout all of their girlfriends

Talking 'bout all of the places they go when I go home

When I can't help but wonder if they know I know

Weekends they're making out while I'm sleeping

Look at them out at the places they go when I go home

When I can't help but wonder if they know I know

Every little thing that you say behind my back

Oh you think you're slick well she thinks you're wack

And he thinks you're bad at playing pickup

And I hope they know I know