WooAh, ahYeah

I got one, two, ninety-nine problemsAnd the cig in my hand, it ain't oneAnd I'm tryna quit, but I can't as I flick through the 'GramLike I'm staring down the barrel of a gunThe tip of the iceberg melting in the SunA glimpse of the climate change, getting warmLittle ol' me, that's the eye of the stormWish I could turn my mind off for a month

Take my head away from meAntoinette, sweet MarieChop it off, squeaky cleanI got thoughts nobody needsDown below, buried deepLet me go, set me freeBody's strong, but mentallyLost my mind, guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine

Doctor, there's a patient waiting in the hallWe don't know what's wrong, maybe it's his domeEvery X-ray seems to show an evacuation zoneAnd I think we need to operate nowAnd if all goes well, he'll return to the worldAnd can stand without crutches or helpYeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the worldAnd get praised for the records he sells

Take my head away from meAntoinette, sweet MarieChop it off, squeaky cleanI got thoughts nobody needsDown below, buried deepLet me go, set me freeBody's strong, but mentallyLost my mind, guillotine

GuillotineLost my mind, guillotineLost my mind, guillotineGuillotine

And if all goes well, he'll return to the worldAnd can stand without crutches or helpYeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the worldAnd get praised for the records he sellsAnd if all goes well, he'll return to the worldAnd can stand without crutches or helpYeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the worldAnd get praised for the records he sells

Lost my mind, guillotineLost my mind, guillotineLost my mind, guillotineLost my mind, guillotine