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

(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

(Guillotine)
(Lost my mind, guillotine)
(Lost my mind, guillotine)
(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

(Lost my mind, guillotine)
(Lost my mind, guillotine)
(Lost my mind, guillotine)
(Lost my mind, guillotine)

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