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Boxing Day Video (MV)




Performed By: schur
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Andrew Schur




schur - Boxing Day Lyrics




It's our first date she says sorry I'm late
See, I'm planning Spring Break with my two roommates
We're going to Bora Bora then flying back to Florida
So I can meet the fam and drive the new Porsche
Tell me about yourself

I wear flip flops when it's 30 degrees
I'll take Levi's over Louis V, yeah
The Ivy League is what I call my weed
So for Spring Break it's just my spliff and me
She could tell we had different ways
'Cause I ordered the water while she paid for the 'pagne
She said I know I got money but please don't judge me
Everybody's hiding something
That's when she told me

I've been feeling so lost
Like Adam on Mother's Day
I've been getting so crossed
That the church wants me to pay, damn baby
But that's what I like
Living my life far from the line
Hate feeling boxed in
Like the day after Christmas

She said my parents' bank account got a lot of placeholders
Which is why I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
Which is why you see me like I'm the trophy
Like cash security you can count on when you're older
You like your jeans, you like your weed
But that doesn't make you different from people like me
Sure you're down to Earth while I'm drowned in furs
But we both live life like our pain doesn't hurt
She said I'll buy a fast car so I can drive slowly
Go to a party so I can feel lonely
I try to be true, but still sound phony
Looking for love that doesn't want to own me

I've been feeling so lost
Like Adam on Mother's Day
I've been getting so crossed
That the church wants me to pay
But that's what I like
Living my life far from the line
Hate feeling boxed in
Like the day after Christmas

I've been feeling so lost
Like Adam on Mother's Day
I've been getting so crossed
That the church wants me to pay
But that's what I like
Living my life far from the line
Hate feeling boxed in
Like the day after Christmas
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English

It's our first date she says sorry I'm late
See, I'm planning Spring Break with my two roommates
We're going to Bora Bora then flying back to Florida
So I can meet the fam and drive the new Porsche
Tell me about yourself

I wear flip flops when it's 30 degrees
I'll take Levi's over Louis V, yeah
The Ivy League is what I call my weed
So for Spring Break it's just my spliff and me
She could tell we had different ways
'Cause I ordered the water while she paid for the 'pagne
She said I know I got money but please don't judge me
Everybody's hiding something
That's when she told me

I've been feeling so lost
Like Adam on Mother's Day
I've been getting so crossed
That the church wants me to pay, damn baby
But that's what I like
Living my life far from the line
Hate feeling boxed in
Like the day after Christmas

She said my parents' bank account got a lot of placeholders
Which is why I walk around with a chip on my shoulder
Which is why you see me like I'm the trophy
Like cash security you can count on when you're older
You like your jeans, you like your weed
But that doesn't make you different from people like me
Sure you're down to Earth while I'm drowned in furs
But we both live life like our pain doesn't hurt
She said I'll buy a fast car so I can drive slowly
Go to a party so I can feel lonely
I try to be true, but still sound phony
Looking for love that doesn't want to own me

I've been feeling so lost
Like Adam on Mother's Day
I've been getting so crossed
That the church wants me to pay
But that's what I like
Living my life far from the line
Hate feeling boxed in
Like the day after Christmas

I've been feeling so lost
Like Adam on Mother's Day
I've been getting so crossed
That the church wants me to pay
But that's what I like
Living my life far from the line
Hate feeling boxed in
Like the day after Christmas
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Writer: Andrew Schur
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