Guillotine Lyrics by Mansionair & 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