Nerds Lyrics - Singles - Bo Burnham

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 

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 

At 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. 

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