Mac DeMarco - Freaking Out The Neighborhood lyrics

Sorry, mama, there are times I get carried away Please, don't worry, next time I'm home, I'll still be the same And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood Really, I'm fine, never been better, got no job on the line Sincerely, don't worry, same old boy that you hoped you would find And I know it's no fun when your first son Gets up to no good, starts freaking out the neighborhood