I want you Back - Hobo Johnson

I want you back

That’s the worse thing I can say

While I’m laying on the couch

This couch could be my grave

I want a slop

That would make me quite upset

But if my brain came out my ear

Then I guess that’s what I’d get

I need enough

And to see where all my edges are

I need to be alone before I can even hope to start

Sit on me again that’s impressive

About eight feet apart but if we laugh again

That will tear my mental health apart

Fuck

How come everything is pain

Every time I was happy

It surely went away

But Bae they gotta work all day for very little pay

I think that’s fucked

And sadly so am I

If I ever have kids I hope they can’t see out their eyes

When I imagine my kids they kinda look like you

And I’m sorry, and that’s true I think I’m fucked

I really think I’m fucked

Fucked

I made a million bucks (He made a million bucks)

But then I had to spend it all on therapy

I learned the deathly lesson (It really isn’t that bad)

That money doesn’t help my depression

And you’re stuck with your brain Hunter

How much you make

And you will surely find new problems

Now even the thought to think money is all

To be the thing that will always solve them

I am fucked (I think you’re fucked)

I think I’m fucked (I think you’re fucked)

I think I’m fucked (I think you’re fucked)

I think I’m fucked (I think you’re fucked)

Yeah I made a million bucks

But then I had to spend it all on therapy

I learned the deathly lesson (It really isn’t that bad)

It doesn’t help my depression

As we become opposed with straight staring at phones

My brain has now become unable to cope

The technique and the methods that they use on my brain

Are extremely effective and far to great

And now I’m just lying here dead on my couch

Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth

And as they generously feed me my ads for the day

For the week for the month

I think we’re fucked

I think we’re fucked

I think we’re fucked

I think we’re fucked

I think we’re fucked

Now I’m lying here dead on my couch

Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth

And as they generously feed me my ads for the day

For the week for the month

I think we’re fucked

Stop fish

I want you back