You need help - Hobo Johnson

And your fucking weed

You need help

If this depression doesn’t kill me (What?)

Can I at least make art feel fulfilling?

Fuck

Do I have to take the pills?

(No)

But when I don’t, I feel like I’m dying, for real (Then yes)

But when I do, I don’t feel like myself (Then no)

Man, I think I need help

Chemicals or depression?

Both really feel like a life sentence

Chemicals or depression?

Both really feel like a life sentence

Na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

Na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Na, na

Fuck

Yes, yes, yes, very nice

It’s like going to a beautiful pond

With the sun glaring and glowing on your arms

And in your mind, you think, man, I can’t wait to go home

(I can’t wait to go home)

Yeah, it’s like lying in bed

And feeling like your bones are all made out of lead

And you can feel the wind as the world passes you by

(Passes you by, it passes you by)

Yeah, it’s like you were about to cry

And then a fucking witch cast a spell on your eyes

And then you’re stuck with this feeling all day

(You're stuck with this feeling all day)

Yeah, it’s like driving your car

Down the street and see some tree and some bark

And in your mind, you think

Man!

What if?

Chemicals or depression?

Both really feel like a life sentence

Chemicals or depression?

Both really feel like a life sentence

Na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

Na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Na, na

Na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Na na na na na na na na na na na na na

Na na, na na na na, na na na na na

Na, na