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
Blowin’ 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 livin’ 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