(Yeah, yeah SLEEPR that's literally insane)
(Too much to think about, too much to think about, too much to think about)
Yeah, yeah, I'm so fucken bipolar
Tryna find a way to make my mind feel wholer
Fuck all that hot shit, I want it colder
Can't get out of bed cuz I'm gonna get older
Like a bench press, I can't get it off my shoulders
Fuck, just can't seem to hold up
Can't see past the downs, even though I know I'm growing up
What will I do when I finally grow up?
I don't even know what I'll do when I...
Fuck!
What will I do when I finally grow up?
Head too filled with all my thoughts wanna give up
(Too much to think about, too much to think about, too much to think about)
What, what, yeah, what
My feelings are temporary, there is something wrong with me
My dopamine receptors burnt out like what I don't wanna be
A middle-aged white man doing his taxes
His wife has fucken left and his kids are slackers
The future fucken scares me if I'm gonna be honest
Every thought conflicts when I try and stay focussed
Every time I think ahead my brain screams 'stop it'
What will I do when I finally grow up?
What will I do when I finally grow up?
What will I do when I finally grow up?
Head too filled with my thoughts wanna give up
(Too much to think about, too much to think about, too much to think about)
Such a bright future but I don't even want it
It's not my fault, just please can I stop it
I wanna get a gun and