My brain is workin' overtime
I need something to ease my mind
And as my thoughts go manic
I reel and start to panic
Cuz there's no place to hide behind
I freak and then hallucinate
I go at when I should wait
My parents think I'm lazy
But damn I'm going crazy
I can't help my mental state
Oh la la (he's trippin')
La dee da (mental slippin')
Take these brains out of my way
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
My hair could start a bowl cut fad
The state of my attire is sad
And if I was run over
By a brand new Range Rover
Hey, I'd actually be glad