[Intro]
Yo

I am an adult
I am an adult
Nothin' quite spookier than being an adult

How do I do taxes
I am an adult
I can't cook
So I live on cereal

I think I'm slowly dying
I am slowly dying
I am an adult
How do I do taxes

[Chorus]
YO!
I AM AN ADULT!
YEAH I AM AN ADULT! (YEAH!)
NOTHING QUITE SPOOKIER THAN BEING AN ADULT!

IT'S INSULTING HOW LITTLE THAT WE WERE TAUGHT WHEN CONSULTING STUFF!
THOUGHT THIS WOULD BE COOL
TURNS OUT BEING AN ADULT JUST SUCKS!
[Verse]
Uh, yeah, I am an adult
Wasn't lying when I said I was living on cereal
Between freaking out about the existential
And trying to make ends meet and keep up with the sleep schedule

I'm living off of processed foods
Hot Pockets and coffee shots and Totino's Pizza Rolls
My mood fluctuates what I can only assume is due to low testosterone
Or maybe because my world view is limited to what I see on r/poll

No really it's a mess
I often sleep fully clothed
Sometimes I sleep when I'm stressed
Which means I sleep all the time
Because I'm always depressed
And sometimes
I cry
In public

Yeah

WikiHow, my master
Yahoo got my answers (Uh-huh)
I have to Google (Yeah) how to do the most basic of tasks
If my parents ever ask how I'm doing-
I just change the subject!
"Let's just change the subject!" (Oh, c'mon please!)
No I really don't have any cards up my sleeve
So I'm just making do, like you
Responsibility is cripple and shrewd
There's no wisdom to prepare you
So I'll leave you with this adage:
Prepare your sweet ass for the right of passage!

[Chorus]
YEAH I AM AN ADULT!
I AM AN ADULT!
NOTHING QUITE SPOOKIER THAN BEING AN ADULT!

I THINK I'M SLOWLY DYING
I AM AN ADULT
HOW DO I DO TAXES?
HOW DO I DO TAXES?!?!?