The Bored

Lyrics by MC Naptime Music created with the assistance of suno.com (c) 2024 All Rights Reserved [instrumental intro] [drop] [chorus] All the a-a-all the little things that you say, Make me wanna punch you right in the face. I don't, I don't, think I can tolerate God I just wanna punch you right in the face. [verse} You're words don't mean much as they fall out your mouth You're tone is so tired I think I'll just bounce. You scream like you mean it and honest, you do I just don't care, missus and this is my truth. [bridge] Here's the mic Do your damage No one cares They can't manage. It is painful when you speak, like nails on a chalkboard, or a rusty squeak. [chorus] All the a-a-all the little things that you say, Make me wanna punch you right in the face. I don't, I don't, think I can tolerate God I just wanna punch you right in the face. [verse] Oh god, you're still talking, what garbage is this? I can't hear your message, your words I resist. I think you should go The meeting is over I have to go home And get much less sober. [verse] They pay me to be here The wealth and the wage It's not enough, baby to bottle my rage. It would be so easy If you would sit down You're not making sense You don't have a crown. [bridge] Here's the mic Do your damage No one's here They can't manage. It is painful when you speak, like nails on a chalkboard, or a rusty squeak. [chorus] All the a-a-all the little things that you say, Make me wanna punch you right in the face. I don't, I don't, think I can tolerate God I just wanna punch you right in the face. [refrain] All the a-a-all the little things that you say, Make me wanna punch you right in the face. I don't, I don't, think I can tolerate God I just wanna punch you right in the face. [instrumental break] [outro] RIGHT IN THE FACE!