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Professor Green - Boring Lyrics



Professor Green - Boring Lyrics




Yeah

So sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
Feel like hanging up the headphones and walking away from the mic
My f*cking record label tryna block me
You know that's not me
When you know me to turn away from confrontation
I need suttin' to bounce back from, ah
Turn me up in my headphones
I need more me, yeah
Ah
Yeah, yeah, louder, louder
Yeah, yeah, ah, mate

Slick Rick, I run this, you f*ckwits can give my arse a kiss
And anything that you do, I been done, or un-did
I'm nothing to f*ck with, give a clitoris a flick
I've been through my fair share of crumpet
Calm down, don't have a seizure, or a fit
When have you ever know me to give a shit, you dumb shit?
Out of place 'cause I'm very smart, I run shit
Run into, don't run from, time's ticking, and I'm the bomb
Going off like I'm out of date, but got shelf life like I'm processed
Pro G, that's Pro Green, or progress, you know me
I'm headfirst, I'm both feet, 'till I'm six deep, but I won't rest
I'm yawnin', and fallin' asleep, because what you're recording's appalling
Bullshit about balling is boring

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring

You really wanna talk about cars (Boring)
You really wanna talk about yards (Boring)
You really wanna talk about cash (Boring)
You really wanna talk about period
They need a new leader, I'll lead the way
While doing a little dance like Theresa May
I don't really care about climate change
I'm pale as f*ck, I need the rays
Bring climate change, or rising the cost to live on a declining wage
While I kick back in my big house, I watch the world burn with designer shades on
Which pair? I got hundreds, and more clothes than I can fit in my cupboards
I don't want beef with Theresa either, I just wanna grow reefa like her husband

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring


Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
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Yeah

So sick and tired of feeling sick and tired
Feel like hanging up the headphones and walking away from the mic
My f*cking record label tryna block me
You know that's not me
When you know me to turn away from confrontation
I need suttin' to bounce back from, ah
Turn me up in my headphones
I need more me, yeah
Ah
Yeah, yeah, louder, louder
Yeah, yeah, ah, mate

Slick Rick, I run this, you f*ckwits can give my arse a kiss
And anything that you do, I been done, or un-did
I'm nothing to f*ck with, give a clitoris a flick
I've been through my fair share of crumpet
Calm down, don't have a seizure, or a fit
When have you ever know me to give a shit, you dumb shit?
Out of place 'cause I'm very smart, I run shit
Run into, don't run from, time's ticking, and I'm the bomb
Going off like I'm out of date, but got shelf life like I'm processed
Pro G, that's Pro Green, or progress, you know me
I'm headfirst, I'm both feet, 'till I'm six deep, but I won't rest
I'm yawnin', and fallin' asleep, because what you're recording's appalling
Bullshit about balling is boring

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring

You really wanna talk about cars (Boring)
You really wanna talk about yards (Boring)
You really wanna talk about cash (Boring)
You really wanna talk about period
They need a new leader, I'll lead the way
While doing a little dance like Theresa May
I don't really care about climate change
I'm pale as f*ck, I need the rays
Bring climate change, or rising the cost to live on a declining wage
While I kick back in my big house, I watch the world burn with designer shades on
Which pair? I got hundreds, and more clothes than I can fit in my cupboards
I don't want beef with Theresa either, I just wanna grow reefa like her husband

Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring


Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
Boring, boring, boring, boring, boring
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Writer: Stephen Manderson, Eddie Jenkins
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC




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Performed By: Professor Green
Length: 2:55
Written by: Stephen Manderson, Eddie Jenkins

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