[Verse]
The spacing between my words feels like the pretense of adults
I tried to hold my breath, but no matter what I do, I'm really hopeless
You ragged bunch
Now, come back
[Chorus]
We are boys, we don't have fancy wallets
But we're wearing pants with plenty of pockets
We are boys, we don't have fancy wallets
[Post-Chorus]
When we were in our early teens
When we were in our early teens
When we wеre in our early teens
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah