Lyrics I want you Back - Hobo Johnson

I want you Back

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