Lyrics Nerds - Bo Burnham

Nerds

I’m a faggot, I’m a retard
I got a girl’s bag and a v-card
I got three friends and a whack-ass ride
You can judge by the cover cause it’s shitty on the inside
No girls want to fuck me, trust me I don’t give a fuck, don’t adjust me Just, please, shut your face hole for just one second
«Fuck you, faggot.
You’re so fucking dumb!»
Dumb?
I’m the dumb one?
Calm down, Bo.
Just count to ten
Um, one, two, three, whore — I mean four, shit
Three, four five, bitch — I mean six, shit
I quit, I got no patience
You won, I face it Your life peaks at graduation
Well, congradu-fucking-lations
NERDS
The faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their
lab with
NERDS
The kid with acne and tons of Proactiv packed inside his backpack
I got your back, kid
And do you know why, kid, I can rap so mean?
I was reading while you were fucking the Prom Queen
Huddle up reading, no lacrosse team
«Huddle up, huddle up.»
What?
You lost me Sorry, bro, did I interrupt the circle of jerks all circle-jerking?
I need saving?
Fuck no Quoth the Raven?
No, fuck Poe
Ah, shit I’m bitchin', listen
They don’t know what they’re missing
For instance, I like poetry, I like instruments
Maybe we have similar interests
But it’s no fall-balls, no balls fall
Just sit and scrawl on the stall wall
Three PM I pause
That shit sounds like applause
NERDS
The faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their
lab with
NERDS
The kid with acne and tons of Proactiv packed inside his backpack
I got your back, kid.
(x2)
She stood in line and got cut
Tried out, got cut
Loved art, but the budget got cut
Then she got numb and she only felt when she knelt and cut
Nerds
The faggots, the spastic fat chicks who sit in the back with no one to do their
lab with
Nerds
The kid with acne and tons of Proactiv packed inside his backpack
I got your back, kid
I know it’s bad, kid
I got your back, kid