"cabin fever" lyrics
(feat. my literal mum)
You can back down, with your "big man" bit
I got a lot of dumb luck and some contract shit
Hold me down like they about to sign my first born kid
Then they sell me off on auction to the highest bid
You want another carbon copy of ya
Favourite money making trend hopper
I'm not a perfect, precious prima donna
Make you cut the leash, I'm off the collar
So tell my why you love me
Like you tell them all the same
Tell me so I love myself
While you switch out my name
I'm a headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Feelin' apathetic for the most of it
There's too much interference, fuckin' over it
Sellin' body parts, get me out the door
Like I wanna cut the ties with a blunt hacksaw
So tell me why you love me
'Cause I've gone fucking insane
Tell me so I love myself
And quit numbing my brain
I'm a headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Don't need a big house or an ego lift
'Cause I get around town in my mum's old whip
My label yellin'
"Bonnie, where's the next big hit?"
So I fuck it all up with some real weird shit
With some real weird shit
With some real weird shit
What, what, what, what
That's some real weird shit
I'm a headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
That's some real weird shit
What, what, what, what
That's some real weird shit
I got a lot of dumb luck and some contract shit
Hold me down like they about to sign my first born kid
Then they sell me off on auction to the highest bid
You want another carbon copy of ya
Favourite money making trend hopper
I'm not a perfect, precious prima donna
Make you cut the leash, I'm off the collar
So tell my why you love me
Like you tell them all the same
Tell me so I love myself
While you switch out my name
I'm a headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Feelin' apathetic for the most of it
There's too much interference, fuckin' over it
Sellin' body parts, get me out the door
Like I wanna cut the ties with a blunt hacksaw
So tell me why you love me
'Cause I've gone fucking insane
Tell me so I love myself
And quit numbing my brain
I'm a headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Don't need a big house or an ego lift
'Cause I get around town in my mum's old whip
My label yellin'
"Bonnie, where's the next big hit?"
So I fuck it all up with some real weird shit
With some real weird shit
With some real weird shit
What, what, what, what
That's some real weird shit
I'm a headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
Headache, I'm a headache
And I'm running from my demons on the freeway
And I won't take shit just to please ya
Turn that cabin fever into California
That's some real weird shit
What, what, what, what
That's some real weird shit
Writer(s): Bonnie Mary Fraser, Nathaniel Jay Sherwood, Michael Philip Cross
