Bored.
Stumble in
I'm fumbling again and my tummy rumbling
Found comfort on the rocks, ironic
In a tonic and gin
Bout' an hour till sunrise
But the after party don't die
I'm looking at the clock its lunchtime
No more lines
Sat there with your Motorola
Blem behind ear and a dodgy Coca Cola
Nobody's sober, no available sofa
Wait for the shop to open, mad
McLovin' a substance even though you know that it's Superbad
Get back on track like the Branson's
It ain't magic, even in the Hampton's
With a few days retreat
Away from the world and the traffic on the streets
Bluetooth tunes in the back with the speaker
Leave the soundtrack, sacred feature
It's the perfect season
Late sunsets early starts on the weekend
Pull an all nighter, seem a bit brighter
Have you got a lighter, that's all you need then
Tryna get my thoughts in order
Structured thinking turn to sawdust
I'm not too sure if it's all above the board but
I'm a little a bit bored
So just have bit more
We got all sorts in the stores
Pay up front on the door
Cash only of course
But im a little bit bored
So just have a bit more
Carry on til dawn, let out a fat yawn
I'm off to bed now, be sound in the morn
Sat round in the circle burdened under the thought of the night time turning
From misty dark grey to the day
Got some asleep, some wide awake gurning
Spare me a shilling, he's spinning
Too many tinnies, a little concerning
Should be a bit more like Boris
Conserve a bit while your slurping
Still stumbling
I've hit the bed in the end but my tummy still rumbling
G&T settled in so now I'm struggling to type my pin
Half an hour till sunrise, but the after party don't die
Tick tock on the clock
Had mock the week on, forgot
Been rolling what's in my pot
4 days on the trot
Not a lot yet it's got to stop
Lying back feels cotch
Staring at the ceiling and the bubbles popped
That's my spirit level gone
Spinning on my swivel chair for long
Turned all my bottles into bongs, could be wrong
If I'm not, then could you not
Tryna get my thoughts in order
Structured thinking turn to sawdust
I'm not sure if it's all above the board but
I'm a little a bit bored
I'm fumbling again and my tummy rumbling
Found comfort on the rocks, ironic
In a tonic and gin
Bout' an hour till sunrise
But the after party don't die
I'm looking at the clock its lunchtime
No more lines
Sat there with your Motorola
Blem behind ear and a dodgy Coca Cola
Nobody's sober, no available sofa
Wait for the shop to open, mad
McLovin' a substance even though you know that it's Superbad
Get back on track like the Branson's
It ain't magic, even in the Hampton's
With a few days retreat
Away from the world and the traffic on the streets
Bluetooth tunes in the back with the speaker
Leave the soundtrack, sacred feature
It's the perfect season
Late sunsets early starts on the weekend
Pull an all nighter, seem a bit brighter
Have you got a lighter, that's all you need then
Tryna get my thoughts in order
Structured thinking turn to sawdust
I'm not too sure if it's all above the board but
I'm a little a bit bored
So just have bit more
We got all sorts in the stores
Pay up front on the door
Cash only of course
But im a little bit bored
So just have a bit more
Carry on til dawn, let out a fat yawn
I'm off to bed now, be sound in the morn
Sat round in the circle burdened under the thought of the night time turning
From misty dark grey to the day
Got some asleep, some wide awake gurning
Spare me a shilling, he's spinning
Too many tinnies, a little concerning
Should be a bit more like Boris
Conserve a bit while your slurping
Still stumbling
I've hit the bed in the end but my tummy still rumbling
G&T settled in so now I'm struggling to type my pin
Half an hour till sunrise, but the after party don't die
Tick tock on the clock
Had mock the week on, forgot
Been rolling what's in my pot
4 days on the trot
Not a lot yet it's got to stop
Lying back feels cotch
Staring at the ceiling and the bubbles popped
That's my spirit level gone
Spinning on my swivel chair for long
Turned all my bottles into bongs, could be wrong
If I'm not, then could you not
Tryna get my thoughts in order
Structured thinking turn to sawdust
I'm not sure if it's all above the board but
I'm a little a bit bored
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Writer(s): Sam Ashton
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