Hobo Johnson's video: Hobo Johnson - I want you back Official Music Video

New album "The Revenge Of Hobo Johnson" available now: https://smarturl.it/revengeofhobojohnson New merch available now at https://hobosrevenge.com ----- LYRICS: “I want you back” That’s the worst thing I could say Coldly lying on the couch Like ah, this couch could be my grave “I wanna slap” That would make me quite upset But if my brain came out of my ear Then I guess that’s what I get “I need a nap” And to see where all my edges are I need to be alone before I could even hope to start Spit on me again That’s impressive bout 8 feet apart But if we laugh again That will tear my mental health apart, fuck How come everything is pain? Every time I was happy It surely went away But babe, they got to work All day for very little pay I think that’s fucked And sadly so am I If I ever have kids I hope they can’t see out their eyes When I imagine my kids They kinda look like you And I’m sorry and that’s true I think I’m fucked I really think I'm fucked I made 1 million bucks (he made a million bucks) But then I had to spend it all on therapy I learned the deadly lesson (the world isn’t that bad) That money doesn’t help my depression And you’re stuck with your brain No matter how much you make And you will surely find new problems Naïve is the thought to think money is ought To be the thing that always solves them I am fucked (I think you're fucked) I think I’m fucked (I think you're fucked) I think I’m fucked (I think you're fucked) I think I’m fucked (I think you're fucked) Yeah I made a million bucks (he made a million bucks) But then I had to spend it all on therapy I learn the deadly lesson (the world isn’t that bad) That doesn’t help my depression As we become obsessed with straight staring at phones My brain has now become unable to cope The techniques in the methods that they use on my brain Are extremely effective, and far too great And now I’m just laying here dead on my couch Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth And as they generously feed me my ads for the day For the week for the month I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked I think we’re fucked (I think we’re fucked) And now I’m laying here dead on my couch Facebook and Google have their tubes in my mouth And as they generously feed me my ads for the day For the week for the month I think we’re fucked Stop fish I want you back