27 - Allan Rayman

Oh, nah, nah, yeah

I may have done some shit

Weathered me as a man

Couple nights, wide awake

Got some pills in my hand

When I'm thrown, leave me be

Let me lean, god damn

I'm not tough, I'm just drunk

This my scene, god damn

I'm a young adult in a cruel old world

I got fresh cut roses, all white like pearls

(He didn't give a fuck about nothin')

Need a selfish kind of girl, god damn

Need a selfish kind of girl

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

I've cut too many off quite too early

I make love, but I can't love back

I've cut too many off quite too early

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