[bülow]
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 it
It's 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
I'm not laughing, the truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
I'm sad and bored
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm sad and bored (bored of myself)
I'm sad and bored
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm sad and bored (bored of myself)
Maybe I'm sick, only want players
Some Casablanca because he's so gangster
My boy's in jail, I'm a cliché
Numbing my mind till I comatose
Fortified whisky and double the dose
One for the heart, one 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
I'm not laughing, the truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
I'm sad and bored
I'm sad and bored (bored of myself)
I'm sad and bored
I'm sad and bored (bored of myself)
[DUCKWRTH]
You got me in my bag
Bummer boy bummed out, life's a drag
And I don't want a tat, but a puff or a drag of these menthols
Feel like the devil's pissing on my mental
And now I'm all pissy, like it's raining down a shit storm
I'm just trying to kick it like a couple hundred centaurs
But you won't let me chill, so I'm even more pissed off (what?)
Say the wrong word, and it's motherfuckin' lift off (blaah)
I turned my Bangkok to North Korea
Secretly I like it when we get to screaming (aah)
I'm so numb, I'm just tryin' to feel anything
Pill-popping, ill logic, mixin'-that-with-Henny thing
Now I'm feeling nauseous, the anticipation's killing me
Back, back, give me fifty feet like a centipede
Reject that negativity with words of similes
So silly me that everything that you was into me
Sad and bored
[bülow]
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
I'm not laughing, the truth is that I'll never be
But at least I don't need to pretend
I'm sad and bored
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm sad and bored (bored of myself)
I'm sad and bored
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I'm sad and bored (bored of myself)
