Boring

(álbum: Lavender - 2017)

(Taylor bout to fucking flex)

I don't really wanna go to fucking parties
Nize your feelings I ain't looking for a shawty
Drop a cheque make it back by the morning
Waste my time why does everything feel fucking

Boring
This shit fucking boring
Boring
Shit is boring
Boring
It's hella boring
Shit is boring
It's fucking boring

Red Supreme Louis V on my bag
All you fall behind bitch you jet lagged
Boy don't you feel gassed you not in my lane
Lane, lane, lane

Blowing lots of weed smoke through the window pane
Been a busy year so of course I fucking changed
I got headphones on my ears bout three quarters of the day
Day, day, day

You stay hella wack
You fucking lame, lame
Ion ever touch that crack cocaine yeah
But I'll take a fucking tree right to the face, face

I don't really wanna go to fucking parties
Nize your feelings I ain't looking for a shawty
Drop a cheque make it back by the morning
Waste my time why does everything feel fucking

Boring
This shit fucking boring
Boring
Shit is boring
Boring
It's hella boring
Shit is boring
It's fucking boring

And you heard it here first
I'ma stick around and make this shit for what it's worth
The money come in bags
Potent come in bags
You'd think I'm living life but I could swear this shit a curse

Shoulder bag
Shoulder strap
Gucci tag
Body bad
She drop it down
And throw it back

Pour it up
El Dorado rum in a soda cup
I'ma try and play the game until my time is up

I don't really wanna go to fucking parties
Nize your feelings I ain't looking for a shawty
Drop a cheque make it back by the morning
Waste my time why does everything feel fucking

Boring
This shit fucking boring
Boring
Shit is boring
Boring
It's hella boring
Shit is boring
It's fucking boring