In "so boring!!!", Becky Hill stands in the middle of a rave that feels more like a dead office party, watching a crowd too busy filming and scrolling to actually dance. The thrill she came for has faded, the drugs no longer hit, and 4 a.m. arrives with nothing but hollow talk. Her frustration turns into a direct plea to put the phone away and feel the bass, contrasting the promise of a wild night with the numb, distracted reality. The song lands as a sharp, exhausted demand for presence over performance.
so boring!!! Lyrics by Becky Hill
There’s a sickness
These people must have a disease
It’s like Black Mirror
Just so addicted to their screens
I just don’t get it
‘Cause when I’m out, I’m fully in it
Tell me why you bought a ticket just to miss it
Would someone get me outta here?
The drugs don’t hit that hard no more, they stopped working
I don’t know how it got to 4 in the morning
And all these people on the floor, they’re not dancing, yeah
They’re just talking, god, they’re so boring
Put your fucking phone away, stop recording
Get into the 808, your last warning
And all these people in the rave, you’re not dancing, yeah
They’re just talking, god, you’re so boring
(Ooh) Yeah
(Ooh) Ah, ah
(Ooh) Yeah
(Ooh)
It’s so ironic
The place you should be having fun
It’s like a Monday at the office
Except that everybody’s drunk
Yeah, you’re on your socials, but don’t socialise
What a way to waste the night
You bought a ticket just to miss it
No, I don’t know why you’re still here
The drugs don’t hit that hard no more, they stopped working
I don’t know how it got to 4 in the morning
And all these people on the floor, they’re not dancing, yeah
They’re just talking, god, they’re so boring
Put your fucking phone away, stop recording
Get into the 808, your last warning
And all these people in the rave, you’re not dancing, yeah
They’re just talking, god, you’re so boring
(Ooh) Yeah
(Ooh) Ah, ah
(Ooh) Yeah
(Ooh) You’re so boring
