Bored (feat. Wwechrisrob)
Everything is fine
I don't even gotta stand for most of my day
Every day's pretty grey
(Which is great)
I have a plan to disobey the man
Cut his hand off, wave it at his grandma
Make sure to take all his friends off the waiting list of people getting cut in the face
Cause I do it with pace
I travel out of bounds cause I'm a loser
I don't got no sympathy for you sir
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the gods now
Under the influence, It goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the-
(Don't you think he's tryna meet the-)
Gods now!
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Start a line to get me cancelled
Go ahead take a pencil
Jot it down
Not afraid to drown
Burn the bridge down
Gotta go to bed by sundown
Killers in the town
Start to rundown
Terrorize the city
I grab on her titty
Do what I want
Grey shades like I'm 50
Punch a white faggot cause he think he cool
Leave him gagging
In a bloody pool
Soaking in the gas
It's a chamber, I'm the Jew
Nigga running up
What the fuck it do
We fight bitches
We'll hang your shoes
We fight niggas
And yeah, we shoot
When he asked me, "Where did you sell your soul?"
Nothing
I just feel so fucking bored
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the gods now
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the gods now
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
I don't even gotta stand for most of my day
Every day's pretty grey
(Which is great)
I have a plan to disobey the man
Cut his hand off, wave it at his grandma
Make sure to take all his friends off the waiting list of people getting cut in the face
Cause I do it with pace
I travel out of bounds cause I'm a loser
I don't got no sympathy for you sir
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the gods now
Under the influence, It goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the-
(Don't you think he's tryna meet the-)
Gods now!
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Start a line to get me cancelled
Go ahead take a pencil
Jot it down
Not afraid to drown
Burn the bridge down
Gotta go to bed by sundown
Killers in the town
Start to rundown
Terrorize the city
I grab on her titty
Do what I want
Grey shades like I'm 50
Punch a white faggot cause he think he cool
Leave him gagging
In a bloody pool
Soaking in the gas
It's a chamber, I'm the Jew
Nigga running up
What the fuck it do
We fight bitches
We'll hang your shoes
We fight niggas
And yeah, we shoot
When he asked me, "Where did you sell your soul?"
Nothing
I just feel so fucking bored
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the gods now
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Say
Haven't you had enough
Don't you think it's time to meet the gods now
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
Under the influence, it goes straight to my lungs
I might be happy, I think I'm dumb
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
(Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)
Credits
Writer(s): Leonardo Garcia Melendez
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