Guillotine (feat. NoMBe)

Woo

Ah, ah

Yeah

I got one, two, ninety-nine problems

And the cig in my hand, it ain't one

And I'm tryna quit, but I can't as I flick through the 'Gram

Like I'm staring down the barrel of a gun

The tip of the iceberg melting in the Sun

A glimpse of the climate change, getting warm

Little ol' me, that's the eye of the storm

Wish I could turn my mind off for a month

Take my head away from me

Antoinette, sweet Marie

Chop it off, squeaky clean

I got thoughts nobody needs

Down below, buried deep

Let me go, set me free

Body's strong, but mentally

Lost my mind, guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine

Doctor, there's a patient waiting in the hall

We don't know what's wrong, maybe it's his dome

Every X-ray seems to show an evacuation zone

And I think we need to operate now

And if all goes well, he'll return to the world

And can stand without crutches or help

Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world

And get praised for the records he sells

Take my head away from me

Antoinette, sweet Marie

Chop it off, squeaky clean

I got thoughts nobody needs

Down below, buried deep

Let me go, set me free

Body's strong, but mentally

Lost my mind, guillotine

Guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine

Guillotine

And if all goes well, he'll return to the world

And can stand without crutches or help

Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world

And get praised for the records he sells

And if all goes well, he'll return to the world

And can stand without crutches or help

Yeah, if all goes well, he'll return to the world

And get praised for the records he sells

Lost my mind, guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine

Lost my mind, guillotine