And I'm back with another album about fuck boys
And I'm back with another album about fuck boys
And I'm back with another album about fuck boys
And I'm back with another album about fuck boys

Fuck boys on the news every single day
Every single night, every single way
Yeah, it's a real fright
Why you looking at your phone all the time?
It's only stressing you out
It's only stressing you out
Why you looking at your phone?
It's only stressing you out

It's only making you sad
It's making you mad
And no one feels bad
Yeah, no one feels bad
So put down your phone
Look up at the sky
Look at the ocean
Just get real high

Or write a few songs
Or paint a few pictures
Just do something else
Just do something else
Stop being a fuck boy on the internet
Stop being a fuck boy on the internet

No one cares if you're sad
(No!)
No one cares if you're mad
(No!)
Why the fuck you wasting your time?
Why the fuck you wasting your time?
You're still alive
You're still alive
You're living, you're breathing
You're still in your prime
All of time
So why you so sad?

And I'm back with another album about fuck boys
And I'm back with another album about fuck boys
And I'm back with another album about fuck boys
And I'm back with another album about fuck boys