O.C.D

I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D, Gonna set me free
I got O.C.D, All of my haters flee
I got O.C.D, You don't fuck with me
I got O.C.D, I got O.C.D

Hard working like a bee, you don't ever see me bleed
If you wanna pass me you should better boosting up your speed
All my fans send me DMs I don't even read ay
You don't have friends, person who send You texts are just your mammy
I like to control, when I tell you to go, than you better go
Whatever you do, you ain't gonna stop the flow
I like to lead, cause I'm a fucking pro
Dealing with you is just a cup of tea
And you will never ever never be my G
Wait,Hold up a second
All the pressure i release, Never want to start up something
All I want is just the peace, Every year pass by
Look how much i have increased, All the things I want for sure
Imma get on it for sure, I will go on for a tour
I will need no fucking cure, And the alcohol I pour
This is hundred precent pure

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is a mental health disorder
Characterized by repetitive actions that seem impossible to stop
It is very common, more than 3 million cases per year in US

I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D (What you got)
I got O.C.D, Gonna set me free
I got O.C.D, All of my haters flee
I got O.C.D, You don't fuck with me
I got O.C.D, I got O.C.D



Credits
Writer(s): Marius Wang
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