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bülow – SAD AND BORED Lyrics

SAD AND BORED Lyrics by 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
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

[Duckwrth:]
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