"Too Much Yayo" lyrics
Yayo
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them like
They're prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven's sake, they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins envy's the only not fun
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
(Get some chips)
Living in the present is like tryna sit
On the very, very head of a pin
Which is why we try to lose our heads whatever the thing
But you can't run away from this, there's no place that far
Pinballing around to the rhythm
Hitting the points and bouncing straight back between flippers and in
People are so pleased that they're polite
They are not the first to feel this, not even tonight
Ay, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again
Leave the ash on your cigarette and wait for it to fall
Feel the alleyway is full, you wait for nothing at all
Smiling like he's loving a text
But he's watching his own Snapchat 'cause he's loving himself
He don't like pain but he must quite like hell
He don't like cocaine, he just quite likes the smell
Crying's the weapon of the weak
Slander is the angel if you're after getting nowhere
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Ay, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them like
They're prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven's sake, they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins envy's the only not fun
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them like
They're prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven's sake, they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins envy's the only not fun
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
(Get some chips)
Living in the present is like tryna sit
On the very, very head of a pin
Which is why we try to lose our heads whatever the thing
But you can't run away from this, there's no place that far
Pinballing around to the rhythm
Hitting the points and bouncing straight back between flippers and in
People are so pleased that they're polite
They are not the first to feel this, not even tonight
Ay, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again
Leave the ash on your cigarette and wait for it to fall
Feel the alleyway is full, you wait for nothing at all
Smiling like he's loving a text
But he's watching his own Snapchat 'cause he's loving himself
He don't like pain but he must quite like hell
He don't like cocaine, he just quite likes the smell
Crying's the weapon of the weak
Slander is the angel if you're after getting nowhere
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Ay, why do I never learn?
Monday, Tuesday, my head feeling hurt
Wednesday, done doing death
Thursday, Friday, come do it again
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make as kids of cardboard when we were home
Looking down from in the gods as people go on below
Trapped inside the nightclub, tiny little minds are alone
Lighting passing overhead which misses some and then finds them like
They're prison-breaking from Alcatraz into their minds
Heaven's sake, they sin just for fun
Of the seven deadly sins envy's the only not fun
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Whey-oh
Too much yayo
Like a little theatre show
That we used to make
Writer(s): Michael Geoffrey Skinner
