I've got the yips
Read my lips
I used to run this town, then I got sick
I can't hear anything, I lost my sight
Could someone rub some mud over my eyes?
I followed all the rules, I showed up everyday
Could you explain to me what's making me this way?
I hope to god, I won't pass it on to my kids
I want to quit, I want to quit, I want to quit
I've got the (yips)
(I've got the yips)
I've got the (yips)
(I've got the yips)
I've got the yips (he's got the yips)
I can't see shit
I need to find out who's responsible for this
They say the downfall, needs to be studied
Lets belly up at the saloon and blame somebody
I think he's following me, quiet as a mouse
I think he's poisoning the water in my house
I stayed up every night, I followed every lead
Here's the description of the man destroying me
Yeah, he is adversarial, but a terrible negotiator
Always trying to figure out who locked me to this radiator
Hypercritical but objectively incapable
Oh mother of god, I left the key out on the table
Out of reach
I guess it's always been me
Out of reach
I guess it's always been me
I've got the yips
But I won't quit
I swear to god I won't pass it on to my kids
Now abandon this life of sin
Love myself, so I can give it all to him
Love myself, so I can give it all to him
Love myself, so I can give it all to him
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