(Yeah, yeah SLEEPR that's literally insane) (Too much to think about, too much to think about, too much to think about) Yeah, yeah, I'm so fucken bipolar Tryna find a way to make my mind feel wholer Fuck all that hot shit, I want it colder Can't get out of bed cuz I'm gonna get older Like a bench press, I can't get it off my shoulders Fuck, just can't seem to hold up Can't see past the downs, even though I know I'm growing up What will I do when I finally grow up? I don't even know what I'll do when I... Fuck! What will I do when I finally grow up? Head too filled with all my thoughts wanna give up (Too much to think about, too much to think about, too much to think about) What, what, yeah, what My feelings are temporary, there is something wrong with me My dopamine receptors burnt out like what I don't wanna be A middle-aged white man doing his taxes His wife has fucken left and his kids are slackers The future fucken scares me if I'm gonna be honest Every thought conflicts when I try and stay focussed Every time I think ahead my brain screams 'stop it' What will I do when I finally grow up? What will I do when I finally grow up? What will I do when I finally grow up? Head too filled with my thoughts wanna give up (Too much to think about, too much to think about, too much to think about) Such a bright future but I don't even want it It's not my fault, just please can I stop it I wanna get a gun and