Hyperactive!

(Hm, tell me about your childhood) At the tender age of three I was hooked to a machine Just to keep my mouth from spouting junk, ha Must have took me for a fool 'Cause they chucked me out of school 'Cause the teacher knew I had the funk But tonight I'm on the edge You better shut me in the fridge 'Cause I'm burning up, I'm burning up With the vision in my brain And the music in my veins And the dirty rhythm in my blood They are messing with my heart And they're messing with my heart And they're messing with my heart Won't stop messing with my Oh, ripping me apart! Hyperactive when I'm small Hyperactive now I'm grown Hyperactive and the night is young And in a minute, I'll blow And they're messing with my heart (So how long have you been having these delusions?) Keep on messing with my heart (Hm, please tell me more about your mother) Oh, ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping me apart Semaphore out on the floor Messages from outer space Deep heat for the feet The rhythm of your heartbeat 'Cause the music of the street It isn't any rapattack (oh) It isn't any rapattack (oh) Rap-a, rap-a, rap-a, t-t-t-t-t-tack I can reach into your homes Like an itch in your headphones You can't turn it up (ow) Yeah, I'm the shape in your back room I'm the breather on the phone And I'm burning up (ow) But there's one thing I must say 'Fore they lock me up again You'd be safer at the back When I'm having an Attack, attack, attack, attack Hyperactive when I'm small Hyperactive now I'm tall Hyperactive as the day is long Hyperactive in my bones Hyperactive in your phones Hyperactive and the night is young Hyperactive when I'm small Hyperactive now I'm grown Hyperactive 'till I'm dead and gone Stand up, hyperactivate Get up, hyperactivate Wise up, hyperactivate London, hyperactivate Hyperactive when I'm small Hyperactive now I'm tall Hyperactive as the day is long Hyperactive in my bones Hyperactive in your phones Hyperactive and the night is young Hyperactive when I'm small Hyperactive now I'm grown