Don't Panic
It's a blessing
Yea I bless her
Leave her on a stretcher
When I beat it extra
Hopped outta bed feelin
Like Hugh Hefner
I got all the bunnies
In this bitch no Fluffle
Do you wanna fight nigga
We could tussle
Get it off the muscle
Tired of being humble
Yeah
Pourin out feelings
In my cup
Geeked up
Fading faded I'm gone
Bitch I'm faded
Not concentrated
Goin dumb
I been
Going numb for yo love
Yeah
I won't run
While I'm numb
Baby I won't run
Don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Man this life feeling heavy
And u can't stand it
Ugh
Don't panic
Yeah
Don't panic
In yo head you feel right when you off a Xan
In yo mind make it work when you off a perc
Niggas feenin for yo soul yeah
how that work?
Two times too many leave her yeah i swerved
Drowning in yo lies
Can't be saved with a answer
Say it's me but it's you so I won't answer
Make me sick at the sight
Yeah
You a cancer
Always leaving in the night
Yeah
You a dancer?
But I'll be alright
Ugh
Make it through the night
Ugh
Got my heart on my sleeve
No cdg
Oh you mad cause i fucked on
Your bbg
Gave her this thang oh I'm talkin
BBC
Yeah
Tell a bitch Broadcast it on BBC
Yeah
Devil on my chest oh i can't breathe
Really got me manic
I don't understand it
But still living life cause I don't panic
Don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Man this life feeling heavy
And you can't stand it
Ugh
Don't panic
Yeah
Don't panic
Yea I bless her
Leave her on a stretcher
When I beat it extra
Hopped outta bed feelin
Like Hugh Hefner
I got all the bunnies
In this bitch no Fluffle
Do you wanna fight nigga
We could tussle
Get it off the muscle
Tired of being humble
Yeah
Pourin out feelings
In my cup
Geeked up
Fading faded I'm gone
Bitch I'm faded
Not concentrated
Goin dumb
I been
Going numb for yo love
Yeah
I won't run
While I'm numb
Baby I won't run
Don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Man this life feeling heavy
And u can't stand it
Ugh
Don't panic
Yeah
Don't panic
In yo head you feel right when you off a Xan
In yo mind make it work when you off a perc
Niggas feenin for yo soul yeah
how that work?
Two times too many leave her yeah i swerved
Drowning in yo lies
Can't be saved with a answer
Say it's me but it's you so I won't answer
Make me sick at the sight
Yeah
You a cancer
Always leaving in the night
Yeah
You a dancer?
But I'll be alright
Ugh
Make it through the night
Ugh
Got my heart on my sleeve
No cdg
Oh you mad cause i fucked on
Your bbg
Gave her this thang oh I'm talkin
BBC
Yeah
Tell a bitch Broadcast it on BBC
Yeah
Devil on my chest oh i can't breathe
Really got me manic
I don't understand it
But still living life cause I don't panic
Don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Yeah don't panic
Man this life feeling heavy
And you can't stand it
Ugh
Don't panic
Yeah
Don't panic
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Writer(s): Shamar Wallace
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