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the palmer squares - bored af lyrics

[verse 1: ralphy london]
i will splatter y’all
then scatter y’all
then gather some cadaver dogs
then search for your remains like a neanderthal
i am as raw, dog
in my youth, i never cruised in no 2-door
but i was cooped up in my room playing broom swords
the new dork in town
my kinfolk said you only ten so it’s cool to fork around like utensils
(nah mean like as long as you ain’t on no spoonin’ sh-t though)
p-ss me the knife i’m c-cked doe
i be sippin’ four lokos
with cuatro crazy mexican vatos
i’m ’bout to, take a dos beef on you n-ggas
i be cooking them green eggs, dr. seuss couldn’t grill this
i’m in the, zone (what zone?)
the “z” one (i don’t get it)
you know, “zone” like “z one” n-gga (ohhhh)
sh-t got a little awkward here
’cause when she let me touch her box i palmed her square

[hook]
i’m bored as f-ck wit’ nuttin’ to do (x4)
i’m in the crib doe
wit’ nuttin’ to do
i need something to do
why is a blunt in my shoe?
i’m bored as f-ck wit’ nuttin’ to do (x2)

[verse 2: ac-mental]
you’ll find me in a tent inattentive
camping in the backyard with a fifth of hendrick’s
not jimmy but the gin we sip to get inventive
and when i said that we the illest yet i really meant it
yo my cohort been so bored we sat in silence for like four whole hours
then four more (what?)
i’m feeling disconnected
switch directions
we discontent so get the message
finna kick it like i’m on the air with billy preston
and willie nelson
who else did i forget to mention?
this sh-t be strictly for the birds
tippi hedren
exempt from any intervention
i’m a living legend sippin’ henny in detention like i’m still a freshman
i often confuse the off b-tton with snooze
summon jumping jehoshaphat
i’m doubly huge
caught smuggling shrooms into public schools
a couple of fools with nothing to lose
nuttin’ to do neither

[hook]
i’m bored as f-ck wit’ nuttin’ to do (x4)
i’m in the crib doe
wit’ nuttin’ to do
i need something to do
why is a blunt in my shoe?
i’m bored as f-ck wit’ nuttin’ to do (x2)

[verse 3: term k]
yo apparently a mind is a terrible thing to lose
that’s why i been preparing to sing the blues
string you up like my acoustic guitar
troubadour
i’ll bring the bud plus a few good cigars
puff
it’s a piece of cake
finna sneak away
my sneakers squeak but at least we didn’t leave a trace
and they be sleeping on the dynamic duo
dreams of byp-ssing these gigantic school loans
financial ruin
fiscally irresponsible
off course but of course i’m finna leap over obstacles
nothing short of awful hot
like a coffee pot
shut the door, i’m not a player, i jerk off a lot
keep sitting there taking the love for granted
we splittin’ hairs, they splittin’ f-cking atoms
t–th of a bear, face of a bunny rabbit
but it’s rabid with rabies and crazy as honey badger

[outro]
bored as f-ck nothing to do
uh, i’m bored as f-ck nothing to do
and the crew bored as f-ck nothing to do
why is there a blunt in his shoe?

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