SAD AND BORED - bülow, Duckwrth

Locked up for days, I’m up in chains

Counting the ways to get out of this basement

Self-medicate, I’m going insane

Smoke in the air, bring on the haze

Sippin' on Henny, but nothing to chase

RX for the pain, I’m going insane

You say you feel sorry for me, I’m not sorry

Yeah this is the best that I’ve been, I’m not happy

The truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretend

Yeah everything’s boring and bleak, I’m not hoping for better

I made my peace all my life

And the truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretend

I’m sad and bored

Bored, bored, bored, bored

I’m sad and bored

Bored in my shelf

I’m sad and bored

Bored, bored, bored, bored

I’m sad and bored

Bored in my shelf

Maybe I’m sick, only one player’s

In Casablanca because he’s so gangster

My boy’s in jail, I’m a cliche

Running my mind till I comatose

45 whiskey and double the doze

Room for the heart, room for the soul

You say you feel sorry for me, I’m not sorry

Yeah this is the best that I’ve been, I’m not happy

The truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretend

Yeah everything’s boring and bleak, I’m not hoping for better

I made my peace all my life

And the truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretend

I’m sad and bored

Bored, bored, bored, bored

I’m sad and bored

Bored in my shelf

I’m sad and bored

Bored, bored, bored, bored

I’m sad and bored

Bored in my shelf

You got me in my bag

Got my boy bummed out, life’s a drag

And I don’t want a tap, but I puff a drag of these menthols

Feel like the devil’s pissing on my mental

And I’m all pissy like it’s raining down a shit storm

I’m just tryna kick it like a couple hundred centaurs

But you won’t let me chill, so I’m even more pissed off

Say the wrong word, and it’s motherfuckin' lift off

(Blah) Bangkok to North Korea

screaming

I’m so numb, I’m just tryna feel anything

Pill poppin' mixin' out with Hennything

And now I’m feeling nauseous, the anticipation’s killing me

Bang bang, give me 50 shoes like I’m centipede

Reject our negativity, we were the similes

to everything that you was into me

Sad and bored

You say you feel sorry for me, I’m not sorry

Yeah this is the best that I’ve been, I’m not happy

The truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretend

Yeah everything’s boring and bleak, I’m not hoping for better

I made my peace all my life

And the truth is that I’ll never be, but at least I don’t need to pretend

I’m sad and bored

Bored, bored, bored, bored

I’m sad and bored

Bored in my shelf

I’m sad and bored

Bored, bored, bored, bored

I’m sad and bored

Bored in my shelf