Mr. HYDE Lyrics

I'm the poster child for sinners

Afraid of the winter I bought a one-way to LAX

I lost my Bible

Reduced and recycled, I use my phone now to scroll through texts

Holy, I'm out of control I'm moving onto the fast life

And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down

The old me is taking control, I'm morphing into a bad guy

Like Jekyll's out of town

I'm turning into Mr. Hyde

I think he'll make you cry

He brings the baddest nostalgia

Man, you should see him gaslight

It's not a pretty sight

I lost when i tried to fight him

I've got to beg your pardon

Everything sounds distorted

Like every thought departed

When everybody snorted blow

Now my hobby's

Airing my dirty laundry

And if nobody stops me

I think this wind's about to blow

How could I say I'm fine when I'm busy nauseous

I've officially lost it

Just a flight's what it costed

And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in moshpits

I promise I didn't want this

I can't believe I'm so lost

I'm turning into Mr. Hyde

I think he'll make you cry

He brings the baddest nostalgia

Man, you should see him gaslight

It's not a pretty sight

I lost when I tried to fight him