[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)] I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said) Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)
[Verse 1: Chris Webby] Welcome to the Homegrown grow-op Started single player, now it’s Sap on the co-op Fully high-tech, my brain like iRobot Straightjacket on, lightin’ bogs on the stove top Roll through the road blocks, you know it’s on again So grab the Adderall, the Molly and Klonopin I’m ‘bout to sip this bottle of whiskey like Ray Donovan And spit my ass off until I’m runnin’ outta oxygen I’m like Trevor up in Grand Theft Auto Five That’s why I laugh when people ask me if I bought this ride Bitch I pulled the driver out and blew his brains across the side Walked, then ran him over like a couple dozen times Then I crushed his spine, bloody tire tracks up in the mud behind The whip, so fuck a wanted star I’m way too hard to come and find Roll up in a shady alley, park the car and duck and hide Bitch I’m out my motherfucking mind
[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)] I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said) Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)
[Verse 2: Chris Webby] Scruffy and unshaven, up till the sun’s raisin’ In a Concord, with Mayor Rob Ford, some drugs taken And a bottle later we doin’ donuts on fresh pavement And behavin’ like I’m star in a movie by Wes Craven Shit I’m crazy, just sayin’, fuck it actually I’m Super Saiyan Fuckin’ rampagin’ till the pages in the news are sayin’ Webby’s on the loose and they gon’ put me in a noose But I’ll survive and spend the next couple months just fuckin’ recuperatin’ Out on a deserted Virgin Island where the birds are flyin’ overhead As I plot my revenge with all the words I’m rhymin’ You can’t defeat me, I don’t know why all you nerds are tryin’ If you heard that I was quittin’, someone in your circle’s lyin’ Shit I’d rather catch a flight from Malaysia And sit middle seat between a couple guys in Al-Qaeda Durin’ a fuckin’ ice storm in the middle of night, yo Get the picture? Ain’t no chance of me lettin’ the mic go
[Bridge: Chris Webby] They could lock me in the looney bin But I’ll break free and end up on the fuckin’ loose again They call me crazy, howlin’ at the moon again Until I wake up in that padded rubber room again
[Hook: Stacey Michelle & (Chris Webby)] I’ve got screws loose, I don’t choose to So lock me in that bubble room because I’m cuckoo I’ve got screws loose (No control of my demons, and no control of my actions, and no control over anything that I said) Said I’ve got screws loose (Lost my marbles, have you seen ‘em? ‘Cause everybody be tellin’ me I’m simply not right in the fuckin’ head)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
