Lyrics

Woo Ah, ah Yeah I got one, two, 99 problems And the cig' in my hand, it ain't one And I'm tryna quit, but I can't as I flick through the 'Gram Like I'm starin' down the barrel of a gun The tip of the iceberg meltin' in the sun A glimpse of the climate change, gettin' 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 waitin' 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, guillotine
Writer(s): William Jack Froggatt, Noah Mcbeth, Lachlan Bostock, Alex Nicholls Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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