Hearing it before on bad terms
Bad terms, I'll never get with you
I'll never ever listen what the neighbors say
Or don't say, it's so predictable
I've heard it all a million times, or maybe more, same old story

It's boring, I'm snoring wake me up in the morning

I'm particular, 'bout, who I get with, it's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat, that's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more particular

You turn up all uninvited, no surprises
'Cause my memory, it serves me well, just laugh again
You did the same thing that you always did
Hammering me with phone calls, texts and downloads

It's boring, I'm snoring wake me up in the morning

I'm particular, 'bout, who I get with, it's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat, that's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more particular
I'm particular, 'bout, who I get with, it's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat, that's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more

I'm particular, 'bout, who I get with, it's ridiculous
To even think that you're in with a chance
Oh, you must be tripping boy
Oh, you're my whipping boy
Not with that chat, that's not where it's at
I'm just a little bit more particular