Braden Bales - Mr. HYDE Lyrics

I'm the poster child for sinners
Afraid of the winter I bought a one-way to LAX

I lost my bible, reduced and recycled
I use my phone now to scroll through texts

Holy, I'm out of control
I'm moving onto the fast life
And downers seem to speed me up, not slow me down

The old me is taking control
I'm morphing into a bad guy
Like Jekyll's out of town

I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry
He brings the baddest nostalgia

Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight
I lost when I tried to fight him

I beg your pardon
Everything sounds distorted
Like every thought departed
When everybody snorted blow

Now my hobby's
Airing my dirty laundry
And if nobody stops me
I think this wind's about to blow

How could I say I'm fine when I'm busy nauseous
I've officially lost it
Just a flight's what it costed, oh

And Hyde is finding his stride while Jekyll's in moshpits
I promise I didn't want this
I can't believe I'm so lost

I'm turning into Mr. Hyde
I think he'll make you cry
He brings the baddest nostalgia

Man, you should see him gaslight
It's not a pretty sight
I lost when I tried to fight him