BRAIN DEAD
When I grow up, I wanna be an astronaut
I recently found out Will Smith was a rapper
And Drake used to be a Nickelodeon actor
Apparently the Lego movie's great, haven't seen it
Sex pistols is slang for penis
Cat In The Hat is a book I remember
Earth, Wind, and Fire 21st of September
Britney Spears disappeared and I miss her
Fell in love with a princess, Carrie Fisher
I don't know my name, nothing's in my brain
I wanna tell you everything but I can barely think
I'm going insane, I want to explain
I could be a millionaire, but I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my -
She said I'm handsome like George Clooney
Gay like Stanley Tucci
Pissed in my jacuzzi, she blow my fish like Hootie
Rockstar like I'm Uzi, heard Jackie Chan killed Bruce Lee
My luck don't got those four leave, I've got four stars from the police
(Ooh, ooh-ooh) the more I try to change it, the more I'm feeling brain-dead
(Ooh, ooh-ooh) staring at my ceiling 'cause I'm feeling fuckin' brain-dead
I don't know my name, nothing's in my brain
I wanna tell you everything but I can barely think
I'm going insane, I want to explain
I could be a millionaire, but I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my -
I recently found out Will Smith was a rapper
And Drake used to be a Nickelodeon actor
Apparently the Lego movie's great, haven't seen it
Sex pistols is slang for penis
Cat In The Hat is a book I remember
Earth, Wind, and Fire 21st of September
Britney Spears disappeared and I miss her
Fell in love with a princess, Carrie Fisher
I don't know my name, nothing's in my brain
I wanna tell you everything but I can barely think
I'm going insane, I want to explain
I could be a millionaire, but I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my -
She said I'm handsome like George Clooney
Gay like Stanley Tucci
Pissed in my jacuzzi, she blow my fish like Hootie
Rockstar like I'm Uzi, heard Jackie Chan killed Bruce Lee
My luck don't got those four leave, I've got four stars from the police
(Ooh, ooh-ooh) the more I try to change it, the more I'm feeling brain-dead
(Ooh, ooh-ooh) staring at my ceiling 'cause I'm feeling fuckin' brain-dead
I don't know my name, nothing's in my brain
I wanna tell you everything but I can barely think
I'm going insane, I want to explain
I could be a millionaire, but I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my brain
I would rather fry my -
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Michael Furlong, Zakary Michael Dossi, Julian Del Grosso, William Anthony Biers, Tristan Kevitch
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