Pa**ion Hifi - O.C.D. (Original Version) lyrics

[Verse 1] What I'm about to do is tell you a little story It's a story that brought me way up to my glory Couldn't keep it inside if it was stupid or gory The fact is that I wake up every morning Feeling guilty or something, all for doing nothing O.C.D.'s controlled my body, since I was a baby wobbling But O.C.D.'s more than making sure everything's alright So many things would bother me every night Up until sixth grade, I had my OCD pay I would have to tell my mom every minor bad thing about my day "Zach, I don't wanna hear it, okay? Now go upstairs do homework and play." And I don't blame her to be honest Cuz I would bother her about every stupid problem Like I got a time out in school, or I tried to act cool It would bother the hell out of me if I broke a rule And I would dread to tell her Scared as if I were a dog or a cat being chased with a lawn mower Luckily as I've grown up that's mostly gone away But O.C.D. will be a part of me in every single way Still thinking so much Starting arguments So unfortunately Here I go again How many times I check if the door is locked? Ten [Hook 1] So this is just a thing that's a part of me But people who don't have it just can't see How this diagnosed O.C.D Is starting to f** with me Always worried that someone's mad at me Starting fights with my friends, saying sorry for a good deed The fact is that I annoy them more When they don't respond and I act like a who*e Trying to get an answer But I fight the O.C.D Before they don't wanna be my friend, don't you see? It's that OCD (x4) I know I used it as an excuse but it's just the truth! O.C.D. (x2) Its that O.C.D. (x2) God damn O.C.D [Verse 2] Every night before I go to bed I listen to my dad who said "Make sure the doors are locked the lights are off and oven isn't red" So I walk back and forth at least 3 times Make sure everything's locked to settle my mind Cause if I don't check it then I could almost cry And it's this type of crap that makes me write these rhymes God I'm so thankful that my young days are over I was always running to my mom like red rover Feel guilty for stupid sh** and now I owe her a big thank you For listening to this crap When you tried to nap I'd wake you up feeling f**ed But at the time this really s**ed And it was a big deal for me Like I lost my keys I was in a sea of confusion When I littered that fusion bottle Weird feeling inside and feel perplexed In sixth grade when we started talking about s** Thought about new things ran my mind like a T-Rex But I wrote everything down Like I was telling someone Before I go out in the sun But I was just stunned When I realized this doesn't happen to me anymore [Hook 2] I'm a normal teenager who no longer has a war In his brain about being insane Much more independent Now write it up and send it Cuz Mr. O.C.D. is so dependent On making songs So, so long Thank you for listening to the O.C.D. gone wrong It's that OCD (x4) I know I used it as an excuse but it's just the truth! O.C.D. (x2) It's that OCD O.C.D It's that OCD (x9)