Hyperactive lyrics

(Tell me about your childhood)

At the tender age of three, I was hooked to a machine, just to keep my mouth from spouting junk
Ha! Must have took me for a fool 'cause they chucked me out of school, 'cause the teacher knew I had the funk
But tonight I'm on the edge, you better shut me in the fridge 'cause I'm burning up (I'm burning up)
With the vision in my brain and the music in my veins and the dirty rhythm in my blood
They are messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
And they're messing with my heart
Won't stop messing with my... , ripping me apart
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm grown
Hyperactive and the night is young (And in a minute I'll blow)

And they're messing with my heart
(So how long did you have these delusions?)
Keep on messing with my heart
(Please tell me what month... you mast... (urbate))
Ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping, ripping me apart
Semaphore out on the floor, messages from outer space
Deep heat for the feet and the rhythm of your heartbeat
'Cause the music of the street, it isn't any rap attack, it isn't any rap attack

I can reach into your homes like an itch in your headphones, you can't turn it up
I'm the shape in your back room, I'm the breather on the phone and I'm burning up
But there's one thing I must say before they lock me up again
You'd be safer at the back when I'm having an attack (Attack, attack, attack), attack
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm tall
Hyperactive as the day is long
Hyperactive in my bones
Hyperactive in your phones
Hyperactive then the night is young
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm grown
Hyperactive 'til I'm dead and gone
Stand up, hyperactivate
Get up, hyperactivate
Wise up, hyperactivate
London, hyperactivate
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm tall
Hyperactive as the day is long
Hyperactive in my bones
Hyperactive in your phones
Hyperactive then the night is young
Hyperactive when I'm small
Hyperactive now I'm grown
Hyperactive 'til I'm dead and gone