There's a hole in the bottom of my brain But when you love me, the hole goes away And the likes on my phone, yeah, they'll start to explode If I go and explode in L.A. There's a hole in the bottom of my brain If I make money, the hole goes away Now, there's a thing made of gold in a home that I own From a song that I wrote about likes and 'hello's On a post on my phone of a party I throw In the hole in the bottom of my brain