Whoo!

Maybe you lost your lover, maybe you lost your mind

Maybe you lost your brother, maybe you're out of time

Maybe you shouldn't say that, maybe you'll go to hell

Maybe that's not your problem, maybe it's just as well

Maybe you lost direction, maybe you lost the plot

Maybe you lost your senses, maybe you lost your heart, or not (hey)

I know what we say about them, I wonder what they say about us

That's not your problem (hey), you can't control that stuff (uh, hey)

How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?

I want you to give me something to remember

You can't help it, and I can't feel shit

You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it

Goddamn, goddamn, shit, I don't think we in Kansas

We played this for the radio, but they don't understand us

But we don't make shit for the parents or the panderers

Call the cops on the kids, we make 'em put their hands up

This sound like at the movies, mixing root beer with the Fanta

Every chorus hit, I could've written "Tiny Dancer"

But Elton John (hey) could've never written this, I can prove it on camera-

(Yo, Elton, what's good?)

(Hello, mate, how's your fam, bruv?)

These are the breaks that you can't forget

When you lock yourself out and you need a locksmith (ah, yeah)

He just take cash and the ATM's on the fritz (hey)

You split for a little bit

These are the breaks where you really don't talk (ay)

And you try to start walking, but you end up stopping

At every dumb store on the block

Like, "Yes, bruv! This would be a really sick cop," like

How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?

I want you to give me something to remember

You can't help it, and I can't feel shit

You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it

Goddamn, goddamn, man, I think I'm goin' batshit

I wake up and I'm stressin', runnin' late like I got classes

Five years since I graduated, coulda had a master's

Days slip away, don't know how to do my taxes

When I flash back to a better time, all I see is

Blasted, watchin' half of Inglorious Bastards

My grandma saw the show and said, "I wish you were an actor"

Broadway someday, just so she'll stop askin' (maybe you lost your-)

When I think about records that are classic

I realize that you gotta be cringy to appeal to the masses

Do I sell my soul, running laps in the rat race?

I'm tryna get rich, but I know that it's a trap, shit

Everything I worry about now will be scratched in

It's in my bloodstream like some medicine tablets

How does Advil work? How does it know that my back aches?

Got so many questions, but maybe it's not my (my-my-my-)

How long 'til the world starts burning down around us?

I want you to give me something to remember

You can't help it, and I can't feel shit

You're an alien, and I'm just crazy 'bout it

Maybe you lost your lover (one more time), maybe you lost your mind (uh)

Maybe you lost your brother (ooh), maybe you're out of time

Maybe you shouldn't say that, maybe you'll go to hell

Maybe that's not your problem, maybe it's just as well