Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom Boredom, boredom, boredom, boredom Boy, my bedroom floor is a cereal burial, I'm serious I ate 'em all, dry boxes, bodies, yeah I count 'em If we're talking about real meals Ask my stomach, he ain't saw 'em I've been in this fuckin' room so long My eyeballs are turning to dry wall My friends suck, fuck 'em, I'm over 'em "Hi y'all, y'all ain't hit me all day What the fuck is the problem? Is it me? Cause I'm not solved, I'm, bored."