I got one, two, 99 problems And the cig in my hand, it ain't one And I'm trying to quit, but I can't As I flick through the gram Like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun
The tip of the iceberg melting in the sun A glimpse of the climate change getting warm Little ol' me, that's the eye of the storm Wish I could turn my mind off for a month
Take my head away from me Antoinette, sweet Marie Chop it off, squeaky clean I got thoughts nobody needs
Down below, buried deep Let me go, set me free Body's strong, but mentally Lost my mind, guillotine
Lost my mind, guillotine
Doctor, there's a patient waiting in the hall We don't know what's wrong, maybe it's his dome Every x-ray seems to show an evacuation zone And I think we need to operate now
And if all goes well, he'll return to the world And can stand without crutches or help Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world And get praised for the records he sells
Take my head away from me Antoinette, sweet Marie Chop it off, squeaky clean I got thoughts nobody needs
Down below, buried deep Let me go, set me free Body's strong, but mentally Lost my mind, guillotine
Guillotine Lost my mind, guillotine Lost my mind, guillotine Guillotine
(And if all goes well, he'll return to the world And can stand without crutches or help Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world And get praised for the records he sells)
(And if all goes well, he'll return to the world And can stand without crutches or help Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world And get praised for the records he sells)
Lost my mind, guillotine Lost my mind, guillotine Lost my mind, guillotine Lost my mind, guillotineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
