Anxiety (feat. Killab)
I did it again
I did it again
I did it again
O no
O no
It's just a scene
I been rolling in my Anxiety
Feeling mean
Might just fuck a baddy or three
1000 dollars to my brain on the hour
I'm a lawyer to the scene
Marco Polo run the city
Lil Mikey on the lowey
Trade a dimey for some Dolce
Just a dream
Stuck for 20 years
Fuck where have you been
Running through the Six with my
In the scene
Know your self know your low gazes
Fully loaded 5 pump to the face yah
Might just OD in paint
Never have to tag me
Die a fucking Saint
Momma never knew I did it
Raw doggin all these bitches for some fucking contemplations
In the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
I'm in the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
Hold up while I book my flight out this fucking city
All these Instagram bitties be snitchin on my DM's
Need some mellow yellow codeine to my blood brain barrier
Ima die a fucking Saint, arigato in the paint
All these woes need to faint
Done dealing with yo shit
God dam, air it out
All flex, Ima shout
Now walk it out
Try to see me running silent with my G's
Trojan horse in the scene
Take the city
Sleepin on me in the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
I'm in the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
I did it again
I did it again
I did it again
O no
O no
I did it
Raw doggin all these bitches
for some fucking contemplations in the scene
I did it again
I did it again
O no
O no
It's just a scene
I been rolling in my Anxiety
Feeling mean
Might just fuck a baddy or three
1000 dollars to my brain on the hour
I'm a lawyer to the scene
Marco Polo run the city
Lil Mikey on the lowey
Trade a dimey for some Dolce
Just a dream
Stuck for 20 years
Fuck where have you been
Running through the Six with my
In the scene
Know your self know your low gazes
Fully loaded 5 pump to the face yah
Might just OD in paint
Never have to tag me
Die a fucking Saint
Momma never knew I did it
Raw doggin all these bitches for some fucking contemplations
In the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
I'm in the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
Hold up while I book my flight out this fucking city
All these Instagram bitties be snitchin on my DM's
Need some mellow yellow codeine to my blood brain barrier
Ima die a fucking Saint, arigato in the paint
All these woes need to faint
Done dealing with yo shit
God dam, air it out
All flex, Ima shout
Now walk it out
Try to see me running silent with my G's
Trojan horse in the scene
Take the city
Sleepin on me in the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
I'm in the scene
Ima die a fucking Saint
I did it again
I did it again
I did it again
O no
O no
I did it
Raw doggin all these bitches
for some fucking contemplations in the scene
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Writer(s): Brayden Bullen
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