Boys will be Boys will be boys Boys will be Boys will be boys Yeah, yeah, yeah Standing there starkers, making it hard to leave Run its course, she can't believe Feelings harboured deep Woman crush for half the scene Things aren't what they seem Shattered heart still on her sleeve Scarred from our deceit Discarded card receipts Black tank, Khaki seats Tints dark, can hardly see Parties, hardly sleeps She's suffering from fatigue In love like every week Every rap nigga she meets - limousines and haute cuisine Obsessed with being seen, phone the paps, leaving tips I swear she'd attend the opening of a packet of crisps I rarely roll to shit I didn't like to run the risk of running Into some auto-tune twit that's seen her tits I wish I never knew all this See ignorance is bliss There's too many famous names, it's a long guest list The rumours had me pissed, I heard that Pro pressed it She name checked me in the press, that shit I don't mess with Nah Boys will be Boys will be boys Boys will be Boys will be boys Yeah, uh Been six weeks since I stopped seeing her exclusively No excuses, our connection just ain't what it used to be She used to make herself late for shoots, taking nudes for me She was hiding the truth I never knew - it was news to me She told me that her uncle troubled her when she was six And ever since then she's had this strange relationship with sex Promiscuous and insecure and this is why she drinks So that she can project confidence, or so she thinks Show business isn't the best place to be naive Men in power pray on stardom seeking starlets like meat I found her OD'd Barley, Fentanyl and sweets Had to drop her to a private hospital on Harley Street Now we hardly speak It was a cry for help I didn't answer, I just thought she needed to slow it down a piece And now, when I see that fake smile on the TV I can't help but think it's us that made her like this It's deep