LYRIC

Hobo Johnson – I want you back Lyrics

LYRICS:
“I want you back”
That’s the worst thing I could say
Coldly lying on the couch
Like ah, this couch could be my grave
“I wanna slap”
That would make me quite upset
But if my brain came out of my ear
Then I guess that’s what I get
“I need a nap”
And to see where all my edges are
I need to be alone before
I could even hope to start
Spit on me again
That’s impressive bout 8 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 babe, they got to 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

I made 1 million bucks (he made a million bucks)
But then I had to spend it all on therapy
I learned the deadly lesson (the world isn’t that bad)
That money doesn’t help my depression
And you’re stuck with your brain
No matter how much you make
And you will surely find new problems
Naïve is the thought to think money is ought
To be the thing that always solves 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 (he made a million bucks)
But then I had to spend it all on therapy
I learn the deadly lesson (the world isn’t that bad)
That doesn’t help my depression

As we become obsessed with straight staring at phones
My brain has now become unable to cope
The techniques in the methods that they use on my brain
Are extremely effective, and far too great
And now I’m just laying 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) And now I’m laying 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

 

  1. Reece

    July 6, 2021 at 1:29 am

    I used to listen to this on repeat 100 years ago It’s still fire doe

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