Lyrics
Nice guy, nice guy, Mr. fucking nice guy
skinny jeans and all his shirts are fucking tie-dye
I'm a queen, oh Iook I'm a goddess
No, you're not, get back into your closet
Oh my god this fucker's homophobic
He's mentally unhealthy and he needs to see a yogic
Bad vibrations and a lot of pent up anger
What's your zodiac sign?
Bitch, I'm a Cancer
Hey everybody meet my childhood friends
Mr. Trauma and Mr. Lack of Common Sense
My therapist said, "Don't forget your meds
but if you still feel like shit, just shave your own head"
Chakra chakra you's a mother fucker
Essential oils and cocaine lines
Aw man, I'm tired of this shit
And if you say the word vibe,
I'll punch you in your third eye.
You better leave me the fuck alone
Or you going home with a broken nose