LEARN LYRICS

This is Raska
bro
Listen to this, bro
It's called 88%
For real
Eighty-eight percent of guys
are fa*gs
Eighty-eight percent
At first glance
Fifteen percent of guys are fa*gs
But seventy-three percent
don't wanna admit it
Rather die than sleep with a man
I'd be too scared to like it
Leave me in the life I know
Not wanting to regret my actions
I run through girls like Leonardo
And I feel normal again
Sure, it doesn't turn me on much
But I think I'm way cooler as a straight guy
How messed-up this world is
Me, I've always done everything right
Why does it still give me that weird feeling
When I see men playing sports
Looks like my desires
got the wrong body
In my head, certain thoughts
aren't welcome
And that's my problem
if I'd rather live by pushing them away
I'd even go back to being poor
Do time or lose an arm
But please, leave me in the twelve percent
Eighty-eight percent of guys
are fa*gs
Eighty-eight percent
All in all
Fifteen percent of guys
are fa*gs
Seventy-three percent
don't wanna admit it
I say that a lot
I feel straight
I feel gay
When I'm one hundred percent
I feel alive
One hundred percent feminine
One hundred percent masculine
One hundred percent homophobic
One hundred percent gay
you who wanna beat up gays
You wanna reject your gay side
Like the one who mocks the rich
wants to be rich too
Not wrong
That's what my dad told me
My dad told me
So
That's often said
Eighty-eight percent of guys
are fa*gs
Eighty-eight percent
At first glance
Fifteen percent of guys
are fa*gs
Seventy-three percent
don't wanna admit it
Are you in the fifteen percent
Eighty-eight percent of guys
are fa*gs
My little finger told me
Your little finger told me
My little finger told me
Your little finger told me
Little finger told me
Your little finger told me