SEAN
Oh my God, this kid, Tyde, he's out of control
He's crazy! Who let him out?

HIGHTYDE
My life is, so crazy, what am I gonna do?
I feel like, a baby, na-na-na-ga-ga-goo!
Jesus Christ, please save me, because I want you to!
I feel like, I still might flip out and blblblblblblblblbl

HIGHTYDE
I may be different, my parents say that I'm gifted
and when they die, I'm alive and inheriting 80 million
I still, live in this house I grew up in
threw up in this toilet, oh boy
it's a joyous occasion, Asian Sequoia's!
annoying, boys and women
I'm coming with toys for children
call me Christopher Kringle
but I just put poison in 'em
looney, tiny toony, do we
need to go over my medical documents?
I've lost my head!
People say I'm crazy, meaning, my brains leaving
meaning, a crazed a being recieving insane teasing
and leaving mental scars on this hard part of my soul
I want Martians to know, my heart's starting to go
bump-ba-bump, bump
bump-ba-bump, bump
bump-ba-bump, bump
bump - ba - bump - bump
Oh my God, his heart's stopping
get the doctor, get the doctor
bump - ba - bump - bump

HIGHTYDE
My life is, so crazy, what am I gonna do?
I feel like, a baby, na-na-na-ga-ga-goo!
Jesus Christ, please save me, because I want you to!
I feel like, I still might flip out and blblblblblblblblbl

HIGHTYDE
Rise and shine, it's time to wakey-wakey
I woke up to eat pancakes, eggs and bacey
I'm messy-messy and, and yes I'm lazy
I realize that my ex thinks I'm crazy
she's right! my mind is a warped tunnel
you'll never ever, have any more fun
than you'll have with a psycho and
I think I might go in-sane
my brain is in pain, hey, I'm liking it
too much for words, can't move my mouth
try to use verbs, but blurbs just spew out
plus chunks of food that flew from my gut
you think I'm disgust-ing, I'm like what
the heck, do you think, and do you accept?
coo-coo-ca-choo, I'm too cool for death
'cause death is like the, life and end of
life can bend you, and I pretend uh

HIGHTYDE
My life is, so crazy, what am I gonna do?
I feel like, a baby, na-na-na-ga-ga-goo!
Jesus Christ, please save me, because I want you to!
I feel like, I still might flip out and blblblblblblblblbl

HIGHTYDE
Have you ever been ill, and you haven't a pill
and fans laugh at you still, cause your rapping and skill's
below average until, you happened to kill
mics, and like whoa, the fans demand skill?
as you progress the rest, it gets clear!
'cause whatever I say, may fall on deaf ears
yes, dear, I need, rest here in peace
yes you're a creep, you're dressed worse than me
it just hurts to be, me and not you
I'm sure that Bill Cosby, Nas, and God too
will make some breadsticks, sit, and watch the tube
watch you goof off cause dawg you're not cool!
you make life seem like a box of chocolates
I talk the talk only God can walk with
rap with chopsticks, eat with this mic
no more beans and rice, it's Jesus for life, cause

HIGHTYDE
My life is, so crazy, what am I gonna do?
I feel like, a baby, na-na-na-ga-ga-goo!
Jesus Christ, please save me, because I want you to!
I feel like, I still might flip out and blblblblblblblblbl