Panic
I'm about to do something terrible
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
It's hard to balance being a son, brother and boyfriend
Dealing with everyone's problems its fucking annoying
They say once you start a life just love and enjoy it
But all I wanna do is just run and avoid it
Everyone speaking on what I do wrong
I just act dumb and wonder who's fault
It is that I done grown up so fucked up
All along I just wanted love but
I don't see nobody handing out valentine cards
I'ma just drown in my thoughts
And pop these perks I found in my box
And see if my fate is bound for the tiles
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the east coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
Nobody cares about my feelings
Nor do they know how I see shit
When I was face first down on cement
So I'ma let it out like semen
Bullied as a kid traumatized me
Turned me to a kamikaze
Everyone just had to stop and watch me
Just to push me back on the ground and stomp me
Wanted my mother's care but she was out doing drugs
Needed a hand had to get myself out of the mud
Rolling with the wrong crowd now I'm down with the Dub
How could I have not noticed I wound up this dumb
My hearts frozen solid I don't even know how to feel love
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the east coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
Ain't seen Sky in months it breaks my heart
Huge gap between us makes my pain enlarge
Lot of people switched up that ain't even the fakest part
Say my name diss track after that's the way it starts
Then talk about how you hate my art
I've had it with misery
Just had an epiphany
I'ma take my anger and fire it back at the industry
These little kid have me laugh when they dissing me
Cause I dont know if they know it
But lately they've been on some hoe shit
And it wasnt that hard to notice
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the East Coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
As I close out this verse
I just want yall to know how I hurt
You can hate me, you ain't seen what I seen
How you know my struggle you dont be where I be
Run your mouth you'll end up six feet deep in my streets
Come take a walk in my shoes put your feet in my cleats
I don't need a detector just to see you lying
I've had it I'm filled to the rim with bullshit
Tryna feed me more than my middle school bitch
It's no rumor that I'm a bit reclusive
Why do I got to say that shit you knew this
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the East Coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
It's hard to balance being a son, brother and boyfriend
Dealing with everyone's problems its fucking annoying
They say once you start a life just love and enjoy it
But all I wanna do is just run and avoid it
Everyone speaking on what I do wrong
I just act dumb and wonder who's fault
It is that I done grown up so fucked up
All along I just wanted love but
I don't see nobody handing out valentine cards
I'ma just drown in my thoughts
And pop these perks I found in my box
And see if my fate is bound for the tiles
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the east coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
Nobody cares about my feelings
Nor do they know how I see shit
When I was face first down on cement
So I'ma let it out like semen
Bullied as a kid traumatized me
Turned me to a kamikaze
Everyone just had to stop and watch me
Just to push me back on the ground and stomp me
Wanted my mother's care but she was out doing drugs
Needed a hand had to get myself out of the mud
Rolling with the wrong crowd now I'm down with the Dub
How could I have not noticed I wound up this dumb
My hearts frozen solid I don't even know how to feel love
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the east coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
Ain't seen Sky in months it breaks my heart
Huge gap between us makes my pain enlarge
Lot of people switched up that ain't even the fakest part
Say my name diss track after that's the way it starts
Then talk about how you hate my art
I've had it with misery
Just had an epiphany
I'ma take my anger and fire it back at the industry
These little kid have me laugh when they dissing me
Cause I dont know if they know it
But lately they've been on some hoe shit
And it wasnt that hard to notice
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the East Coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
As I close out this verse
I just want yall to know how I hurt
You can hate me, you ain't seen what I seen
How you know my struggle you dont be where I be
Run your mouth you'll end up six feet deep in my streets
Come take a walk in my shoes put your feet in my cleats
I don't need a detector just to see you lying
I've had it I'm filled to the rim with bullshit
Tryna feed me more than my middle school bitch
It's no rumor that I'm a bit reclusive
Why do I got to say that shit you knew this
My clothes have holes
Everyone knows
I got no money
I miss the East Coast
Went to get sunshine
It makes me sway
La, la, la, la, la
I start to panic, panic
Ah, ah
My life is a mess
Cause I can't deal with the stress
That's coming my way
I want success
But death just may be the best
Thing that's for my fate
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Perna
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