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