I'm Going Bananas Lyrics

Yo, yo, alright bro, let's bury this bitch

Yeah, shovel it up

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It goes a little something like this

Check me out, yeah

What a catastrophe, that tragedy can happen to me

And I'm sick of all these cowardly cowards you see

Walking around the gas stations exactly at 3

Actually, why the fuck am I talking about me

I'm gonna panic as I swing from a hammock

God damn it, I'm frantic, still trying to withstand it

Like I'm Stephen Hawking

But I can hawk and spit the shit that you wish you could spit

If only you were him, I got the wit and it's lit like a wick, that's it

But you could sit, spin, and do it again

Now grab me my hallucinogens, I see two little twins

And I got Freddy Krueger in my dreams

He creeps, I'm under siege like a submarine

That sinks to the bottom of the sea

I call it sodomy, but I need a lobotomy

Cause of all these personalities that are bottled up inside of me

Are coming out of me, my tank is half empty

And I'm gonna blast as I go off of the street

I think I'm gonna split

I'm going bananas

But she's a ho-ho-ho

Yeah, she's calling me Santa

She's not my girl

But I guess you can have her

The best I can give is this gold spray painted platter

I said I think I'm gonna split

I'm going bananas

But she's a ho-ho-ho

Yeah, she's calling me Santa

She's not my girl

But I guess you can have her

The best I can give is this gold spray painted platter

But this Christmas, she gets this Saint Nicholas

Her taint's all over my dick and she keeps rubbing it in

Yes, her tush, not the puss, let me give it a squish

As I wobble in from all the pills that I took

I see her twerk in the club, leaning in to give me a rub

All I want is a hug, but fuck it, I must be her love bug

We put our cards on the table, but only her shows hearts

I got the aces, so deuces, I'm leaving you in the dark

Kings and queens, ha the fuck is your train of thought

I'm going off the rails, what was I saying? I forgot

Oh yeah, I'm unleashing fear in our atmosphere

So gather up your loved ones and hold them near

But you're crossing my hindsight, I see you dear

Now come here, let me whisper in your ear

Something you never would have thought you would hear

Why'd you scream? Now I gotta run

Fuck it, see you later, hun

I think I'm gonna split

I'm going bananas

But she's a ho-ho-ho

Yeah, she's calling me Santa

She's not my girl

But I guess you can have her

The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter

I said I think I'm gonna split

I'm going bananas

But she's a ho-ho-ho

Yeah, she's calling me Santa

She's not my girl

But I guess you can have her

The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter

Smoking big za every fucking day

White boy in the trenches still getting paid

Getting laid, fuck school, yeah, the trenches where I'm made

Where I'm made, where I'm made, where I'm made, where I'm made

Yeah, I'm going bananas, I'm not chasing all the fame

Used to post up on the corner while I'd sell lemonade

Bad hoe wanna fuck when I was in first grade

But the bitch was a nut, so I nut in her face

Like my momma used to drink up all that liquor in that case

Used to chase us around the house, yeah, we never felt safe

Yeah, you say you lost weight, what the fuck did you take

Remember leaving the house, five months stood away

Five months stood away, never felt the same

Freddy Krueger in my brain, gonna take over after the chorus plays

I'm going bananas while I'm sipping Charlemagne

Just a fuckboy chasing the pussy's not a case but

I think I'm gonna split

I'm going bananas

But she's a ho, ho, ho

Yeah, she's calling me Santa

She's not my girl

But I guess you can have her

The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter

I said I think I'm gonna split

I'm going bananas

But she's a ho, ho, ho

Yeah, she's calling me Santa

She's not my girl

But I guess you can have her

The best I can give is this gold spray-painted platter

Welcome to my world, bitch

It's not my fault this bitch is dead on her feet

Every town has an Elm Street

Three

Two

One

Ready or not

Here I come