Guillotine

Yeah I got one, two, nintey-nine problems And the cig' in my hand it ain't one And I'm trying to quit but I can't As I flick through the 'Gram Like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun The tip of the iceberg melting in the sun A glimpse of the climate change getting warm Little ol' me, that's the eye of the storm Wish I could turn my mind off for a month Take my head away from me Antoinette, sweet Marie Chop it off, squeaky clean I got thoughts nobody needs Down below, buried deep Let me go, set me free Body's strong, but mentally Lost my mind, guillotine Doctor, there's a patient, waiting in the hall We don't know what's wrong, maybe it's his dome Every x-ray seems to show an evacuation zone And I think we need to operate now And if all goes well, he'll return to the world And can stand without crutches or help Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world And get praised for the records he sells Take my head away from me Antoinette, sweet Marie Chop it off, squeaky clean I got thoughts nobody needs Down below, buried deep Let me go, set me free Body's strong, but mentally Lost my mind, guillotine And if all goes well, he'll return to the world And can stand without crutches or help Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world And get praised for the records he sells And if all goes well, he'll return to the world And can stand without crutches or help Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world And get praised for the records he sells

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