[Intro]
(Taylor 'bout to fucking flex)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I don’t really wanna go to fucking parties (Fuck the parties)
Nize your feelings, I ain't looking for a shawty
Drop a cheque, make it back by the morning (Fucking balling)
Waste my time, why does everything feel fucking (Fucking)
Boring? This shit fucking boring, boring
Shit is boring (It's boring)
Boring, it’s hella boring (It's just boring)
Shit is boring, it's fucking boring (Really fucking boring)

[Verse]
Yeah, yeah
Red Supreme Louis V on my bag (Louis 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 (Lane, lane, lane)
Blowin' lots of weed smoke through the window pane (Through the window pane)
Been a busy year so of course I fucking changеd
I got headphones on my ears 'bout three quartеrs of the day (Quarters of the day)
Day, day, day
You stay hella wack
You fucking lame, lame
I'on ever touch that crack cocaine, yeah
But I'll take a fucking tree right to the face, face
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don’t really wanna go to fucking parties (Fuck the parties)
Nize your feelings, I ain’t looking for a shawty
Drop a cheque, make it back by the morning (Fucking balling)
Waste my time, why does everything feel fucking (Fucking)
Boring? This shit fucking boring
Boring, shit is boring (It's boring)
Boring, it’s hella boring (It's just boring)
Shit is boring (Yeah) It's fucking boring (Really fucking boring)

[Open Verse]

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah
I don't really wanna go to fucking parties (Fuck the parties)
Nize your feelings, I ain’t looking for a shawty
Drop a cheque, make it back by the morning (Fucking balling)
Waste my time, why does everything feel fucking (Fucking)
Boring? This shit fucking boring
Boring, shit is boring (It's boring)
Boring, it's hella boring (It's just boring)
Shit is boring, it's fucking boring (Really fucking boring)