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I'm fightin' with anxiety
Got demons in my head
I spoke with my OG
He said, "lets go get this bread"
My phone it went beep
I left that bitch on read
And I don't get no sleep, no
I'll sleep when I'm dead

I'm fightin' with anxiety
Got demons in my head
I spoke with my OG
He said, "let's go get this bread"
My phone it went beep
I left that bitch on read
And I don't get no sleep, no
I'll sleep when I'm dead
(Yeah, whoa)
(I'll sleep when I'm dead)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah

I'm the type to up and spazz bro
Last year, I was real fuckin' sad, hoe, yeah
But bitch I'm back up in my bag tho
She bounce it for a Birkin
Got her twerkin' over tags, hoe
I peeped them birdies chirpin' (Chirp, chirp)
I ain't never mad tho
I seen't your brodies, try and hurt me
It gets sad, folks
Never been a chump
Guess I get it from my Dad, bro, huh
I guess he's outta luck
I guess his time is up
Oh, and fuck Donald Trump
Gimme back Obama, bruh
He talking' 'bout a wall, face it bro
We ain't wit' it
Let's build a wall around all racist
Throw grenades in it
Cuz I just ain't fuckin' witchya'
I'll be honest, Trump
Got my whole state up and lit
Like when Giannis dunk
And, I was down and out
Switch, now I'm out the funk
Man, 12 searched my whip
Shit, they forgot the trunk

(Listen up now, this is serious)
(I was just wondering, uh)
(Did you- No!)
(We're going- A baby)
Man it's not shit on
(Sometimes)
(Get it? Got it. Good)
(I don't get it!)
(Ahhh)

I flipped thru 47 channels, ain't a damn thing on
I flipped thru 47 channels, ain't a damn thing on
I flipped thru 47, Hmm
I flipped thru 47 channels, ain't a damn thing on
(Ha, Yeah, Ha, Yeah)

Hey, my name is Rex
I need my respect
Feel like Aaron Rodgers
Hit that discount double check
Yeah, all about my green
Tell my team to huddle up
Sippin' nothing cheap
So I keep a double cup
Couple chains on me
Watch these bitches double-dutch
She got them perky cheeks
She gon' work her bubble butt
If I call my Brodie up
Then you in trouble bruh, he gon'
(Cock that muhfucka back, Kiwi)