Freaking Out the Neighborhood - Mac DeMarco

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