Mr. HYDE
I'm the poster child for sinners
Afraid of the winter, I bought a one-way to LAX (oh-oh)
I lost my Bible
Reduced and recycled, I use my phone now to scroll through texts (oh-oh)
Holy, I'm out of control, I'm moving onto the fast life
And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down
The old me is taking control, I'm morphing into a bad guy
Like Jekyll's out of town
I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry (cry)
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (sight)
I lost when I tried to fight him
I beg your pardon, everything sounds distorted
Like every thought departed when everybody snorted (blow)
Now my hobby's airing my dirty laundry
And if nobody stops me
I think this wind's about to (blow)
How could I say I'm fine when I'm busy nauseous?
I've officially lost it
Just a flight's what it costed, whoa
And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in mosh pits
I promise I didn't want this
I can't believe I'm so lost
I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (not pretty)
I lost when I tried to fight him
Afraid of the winter, I bought a one-way to LAX (oh-oh)
I lost my Bible
Reduced and recycled, I use my phone now to scroll through texts (oh-oh)
Holy, I'm out of control, I'm moving onto the fast life
And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down
The old me is taking control, I'm morphing into a bad guy
Like Jekyll's out of town
I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry (cry)
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (sight)
I lost when I tried to fight him
I beg your pardon, everything sounds distorted
Like every thought departed when everybody snorted (blow)
Now my hobby's airing my dirty laundry
And if nobody stops me
I think this wind's about to (blow)
How could I say I'm fine when I'm busy nauseous?
I've officially lost it
Just a flight's what it costed, whoa
And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in mosh pits
I promise I didn't want this
I can't believe I'm so lost
I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry
He brings the baddest nostalgia
Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight (not pretty)
I lost when I tried to fight him
Credits
Writer(s): Braden Bales
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