Текст Allan Rayman – 27

Oh, nah, nah, yeah
I may have done some shit
Weathered me as a man
Couple nights, wide awake

There’s something wrong
I feel this fame is pending, oh no
With all my idols gone
Oh, I’m afraid of 27

This ain’t that shit that I live for
Quick, can we get a picture, please
I ain’t that dick with a booth and a bottle
Blowing up your newsfeed, oh, man
(Rock and roll, living fast, dying young
And leaving a good-looking corpse)
Hold up, slow it down
Bring it back

I got a couple cold cans in my basement
Barely ever leave my fucking basement
I’ve cut too many off quite too early
I make love, but I can’t love back

There’s something wrong
I feel this fame is pending, oh no
With all my idols gone
Oh, I’m afraid of 27

Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl
Need a selfish kind of girl, God damn
Need a selfish kind of girl
?
Need a selfish kind of girl
(Well I ain’t
?)
Need a selfish kind of girl
(But I got this
?
But I got this
?)
Need a selfish kind of girl, God damn
?
Need a selfish kind of girl