F.O.M.O - Scotty Sire

You could say I’m in the dumps

In a F.O.M.O.

funk

All my friends are going out

And you know they’re getting drunk

I said «no"when they asked me if I wanted to come

I’m home alone, but who’s having more fun?

(I'll tell you who)

I could’ve gone out, I could’ve left the house

With my new dope jacket and a grin on my mouth

But not tonight, no chance, I’d rather stay in the cave

'Cause my energy is low and Postmates' on the way

I seem to always regret going out with my friends

'Cause I love how it starts but I hate how it ends

A night that seems great but I’ll probably forget

Might as well just kick it right here in my bed

And then it starts to get late

I think I’ve made a mistake

Don’t really wanna pretend

But I get that, get that

Fear of missing out, fear of missing out

Cancel plans and I’m still dancing

Fear of missing out, fear of missing out

Talking F.O.M.O.

when I’m all alone

Alright, so I’m chilling

You know how I’m feeling

All my homies getting down and I’m staring at the ceiling

I pull my phone up and I check my friends' stories

Everyone’s getting wild while I’m watching Finding Dory

Now, I gotta try to snap back out of it then

But my Snapchat keeps on pulling me in

And the Instagram pics from all of my friends

Make me wanna be out on the opposite end

So I creep into the kitchen and I pour myself a drink

It’s a one-man party, what would my momma think?

Now, I’m feeling bummed, a little drunk and under the gun

Imma pour one more just to make my own fun

Uh, me amigos, most loco

I can tell the fuck up 'cause of all the drunk photos

They might call me Robin 'cause I’m dancing on my own

I’ll make every one of my homies wish they all stayed home, damn right

And then it starts to get late

I think I’ve made a mistake

Don’t really wanna pretend

But I get that, get that

Fear of missing out, fear of missing out

Cancel plans and I’m still dancing

Fear of missing out, fear of missing out

Talking F.O.M.O.

when I’m all alone

Expensive drinks without the booze

Pay the twenty dollar cover too

I’m having way more fun than you

Dancing in my living room

Pump it up, break it down

Made it loose, shake it out

I’m having way more fun than you

Dancing in my living room

Fear of missing out, fear of missing out

Cancel plans and I’m still dancing

Fear of missing out, fear of missing out

Talking F.O.M.O.

when I’m all alone

Put your hands in the air with your phones up

You shouldn’t have that F.O.M.O

'Cause you’re here listening to the beat

Come on, get up off your feet

F.O.M.O., say it with me

F, O, M, O, come on baby