My brain is working overtime.
I need something to ease my mind
‘Cause as my thoughts go manic
I really start to panic.
And there’s no place to hide behind.

I freak and then hallucinate.
I go at lights when I should wait.
My parents think I’m lazy,
But, [bad word]  I’m going crazy.
I can’t help my mental state.

Now would I lie? (he’s trippin’)
Sing till you die. (mental slippin’)
Take these brains out of my way. (nah-nah nah-nah)

I work into a frenzied clip.
I bite the corners of my lip.
I’m losin’ my appetite.
My pants don’t even fit right.
Take away the month-old dip,
And give me something for my hair (aaaah)
fresher pair of underwear
‘Cause if I [bad word] over
By a brand new Range Rover
I just skip it. I don’t care.

Now would I lie? (he’s trippin’)
Sing till you die. (mental slippin’)
Take these brains out of my way. (nah-nah nah-nah)

I tell the world to [bad word] itself.
‘Cause who decides what’s sick or healthy?
And all the people I see
That’s bankin’ lots of “benjie”
Make me want to kick myself.
Start a brand new fashion trend (aaah)
For those off of the deeper end.
Sedatives and No-Doz
And edible pantyhose
On your plate so dig right in.

Now would I lie? (he’s trippin’)
Sing till you die. (mental slippin’)
Take these brains out of my way. (nah-nah nah-nah) . . . naah