Frantic
I been feeling frantic
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
Cause I can't manage, no
Spending all my time in the studio
Girl, I thought you should know
I'm tryna get better
All of y'all been rapping over type beats
Heard your wave is ending
Condescending? yeah I might be
Frantic with the way I spin semantics into verses
Think that I'm afraid I'll lose it all to my inertia
If I slow up I could meltdown
Tighten like the holes up in my belt now
Clenching all my knuckles I been buckling myself down
Preacher and a sellout
Creases on my shell now
Made myself a truce and then it fell out
Now I feel frantic
I hate to be pedantic
Think that all my fans have gotten used to all my antics
Does my need to innovate reign supremer than my need to feed the dinner plate?
Guess I'll switch it up if they demand it
Thanks for understanding, I'm gon' leave and rip my hair out of my head
I swear I go to bed
When my motivation dead
I briefly met serenity but lost her
You can see the frantic in my shoulders in my posture
I been feeling frantic
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
Cause I can't manage, no
Spending all my time in the studio
Girl, I thought you should know
I'm tryna get better
I'd like to treat this album like a meditation
But every step has seen me back up on the rack
And now I'm constantly corroded by my consternation
I contemplate if you can hear it in my tracks
I would gladly trade a vice for some reassurance
But life don't work that way, I buy some life insurance
I clutch my ticket
I couldn't read the sentence
I'm frantic over posture and repentance
Head split, brain dead
Smoking on that pain med
Up late, twist beard
Why he always rap weird?
Brain dead, head kills
Lay up in my bed chilled
'94, then dash
How long could my life last?
I been feeling frantic
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
Cause I can't manage, no
Spending all my time in the studio
Girl, I thought you should know
I'm tryna get better
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
Cause I can't manage, no
Spending all my time in the studio
Girl, I thought you should know
I'm tryna get better
All of y'all been rapping over type beats
Heard your wave is ending
Condescending? yeah I might be
Frantic with the way I spin semantics into verses
Think that I'm afraid I'll lose it all to my inertia
If I slow up I could meltdown
Tighten like the holes up in my belt now
Clenching all my knuckles I been buckling myself down
Preacher and a sellout
Creases on my shell now
Made myself a truce and then it fell out
Now I feel frantic
I hate to be pedantic
Think that all my fans have gotten used to all my antics
Does my need to innovate reign supremer than my need to feed the dinner plate?
Guess I'll switch it up if they demand it
Thanks for understanding, I'm gon' leave and rip my hair out of my head
I swear I go to bed
When my motivation dead
I briefly met serenity but lost her
You can see the frantic in my shoulders in my posture
I been feeling frantic
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
Cause I can't manage, no
Spending all my time in the studio
Girl, I thought you should know
I'm tryna get better
I'd like to treat this album like a meditation
But every step has seen me back up on the rack
And now I'm constantly corroded by my consternation
I contemplate if you can hear it in my tracks
I would gladly trade a vice for some reassurance
But life don't work that way, I buy some life insurance
I clutch my ticket
I couldn't read the sentence
I'm frantic over posture and repentance
Head split, brain dead
Smoking on that pain med
Up late, twist beard
Why he always rap weird?
Brain dead, head kills
Lay up in my bed chilled
'94, then dash
How long could my life last?
I been feeling frantic
I been up all night like a manic
Face deep in the wave like Atlantic
Paper and the pen is my canvas, wifey can't stand it
Cause I can't manage, no
Spending all my time in the studio
Girl, I thought you should know
I'm tryna get better
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Writer(s): Brody Weld
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