Killing My Vibe - eleventyseven

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh

'70s sci-fi future just sent us the bill

We’re all sedated and relatable and ready to chill

You took away my drive but you gave me all of the feels, hey

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh

I got a hi-fi handle on all of my business

Is that the future so bright or the radiation sickness?

We got the alchemy to turn tiny problems to trauma

I’m sending every last positive thought to your drama

But y’all are killing my vibe

Y’all are killing my vibe

Why can’t you let these sleeping dogs die?

Y’all are killing my vibe

Oh-oh, you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe

Oh-oh, you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe

Whether you’re magic or muggle, man, the struggle is real

Jacked up on goldfish and attention-deficit pills

We’re just some grown-ass kids who don’t know how to deal, hey

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh

We got the map to the backyard bones that you buried

Down in some stay-at-home mom’s and pop’s secretary

We caught you summoning a savior hell-bent on destruction

A whole fist of itchy trigger fingers next to the button

Y’all are killing my vibe

Y’all are killing my vibe

Why can’t you let these sleeping dogs die?

Y’all are killing my vibe

Oh-oh, you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe

Oh-oh, you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Whoa-oh

Y’all are killing my vibe

Y’all are killing my vibe

Why can’t you let these sleeping dogs die?

Y’all are killing my vibe

Oh-oh, you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe

Oh-oh, you’re killing my vibe, killing my vibe, killing my vibe