Too many things that I can’t explain
No shade, but there’s just no way
You’re invading my brain like it’s Independence Day
Like damn, oh, for goodness’ sake
Is it subliminal messaging or some kind of infection?
Please call the doctor, I’m begging
I need a chemistry lesson, no, not for love and affection
But for some bombs and aggression
To snap me out of this Heaven
Oh, shit, I meant Hell
I can’t control myself
No, I’m not well
Somebody send help
SOS, I’m so obsessed
My brain’s a mess, like SOS, O
SOS, I’m so obsessed
You got me stressed, like SOS, O
Living rent free inside my head
No space, one bath, one bed
Every time that I see you, it’s cardiac arrest
Oh, no, maybe I’m possessed
Give me sage and a lighter
Rock salt and cold iron, I’ll set these feelings on fire
Or maybe I need to hire Ghost Adventures
I’m tired, please slap me until I’m wired
To snap me out of this Heaven
Oh, shit, I meant Hell
I can’t control myself
No, I’m not well
Somebody send help
SOS, I’m so obsessed
My brain’s a mess, like SOS, O
SOS, I’m so obsessed
You got me stressed, like SOS, O
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
SOS, -OS, -O
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
SOS, -OS, -O
I need the antidote, antidote-dote
Please, just let me go, let me go, go
I need the antidote, antidote-dote
Please, don’t let me go, let me go, go
SOS, I’m so obsessed
My brain’s a mess, like SOS, O
SOS, I’m so obsessed
You got me stressed, like SOS, O
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
SOS, -OS, -O
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