Low Potential Disorder - ALIEN Lyrics

The words overwhelm me
Trying to think of them
On the spot is so tempting
To sing a song rather than to give up
I got to get up
Instead of get em'
I'd rather sit out
Than try n' act dumb and be your best friend
Nobody ever held my hand
I got to think of my plans
Instead of being the same ole yes man I was
Never making sense man I'm always made up

Brother from a different planet
Talking salty
Get cha brain damaged
What chu wanted
Sleeping with the salmon
End up freaky Friday
Or just fricking famished
Missiles f*cking loaded
Hands never clammy
Losers getting nervous
Why your hands sweaty?
I got to do this on my own
When it's getting heavy
Take a picture of it
Share it with your family
I bet you f*cking hate me
They always couldn't stand me

Where you at?
Outside In the sunshine
Break with me
Just take five
Where you at?
Outside In the sunshine
Break with me
Just take five