Anxiety
Mmm where can I begin?
I feel like somethings crawling under my skin
Somethings crawling under your skin
Yea just the weirdest fucking feeling
It effects the type of mood I be in
It's like Like I can be so cool
But the moment that you fuck with my nerves I hit that fuck you switch click
Then right and wrong matters none
I let the lord sort that out when I'm
Done I go dark homie
Yea and I just can't seem to find myself
And I have to remind myself to take a breath
Then realize that they just want love from your boy when I ain't got nothing left
Damn now how you juggle that
Wear my emotions on my sleeve so I cant smuggle that
Ey like when I heard they got Nipsey
I hurried to my Tennessee whiskey and got pissy
Miss me you mean to tell me in your own hood
Made it out then came back to where you once stood
Yet a rat can walk around like its all good
I'm a hater killer die in place I wish you all could
Hold up see how I get that's what I need to change
That anger in me like Tech Nine I'm feeling strange
For reals I was almost close to quitting
Cuz these niggaz in the booth say they cripping and bullshitting
Man I met a brother claiming Piru
A family man and started banging at thirty two
Shame on you I put the blame on you You at the crib and doing shit your auntie do
Cuz you ain't banging true
Naw so rest in peace to that Nigga Nip Another real nigga gone and I'm about to trip
It's Mr Mr twenty five choppers sitting on the dresser
Yessir Ahhhh
I feel like somethings crawling under my skin
Somethings crawling under your skin
Yea just the weirdest fucking feeling
It effects the type of mood I be in
It's like Like I can be so cool
But the moment that you fuck with my nerves I hit that fuck you switch click
Then right and wrong matters none
I let the lord sort that out when I'm
Done I go dark homie
Yea and I just can't seem to find myself
And I have to remind myself to take a breath
Then realize that they just want love from your boy when I ain't got nothing left
Damn now how you juggle that
Wear my emotions on my sleeve so I cant smuggle that
Ey like when I heard they got Nipsey
I hurried to my Tennessee whiskey and got pissy
Miss me you mean to tell me in your own hood
Made it out then came back to where you once stood
Yet a rat can walk around like its all good
I'm a hater killer die in place I wish you all could
Hold up see how I get that's what I need to change
That anger in me like Tech Nine I'm feeling strange
For reals I was almost close to quitting
Cuz these niggaz in the booth say they cripping and bullshitting
Man I met a brother claiming Piru
A family man and started banging at thirty two
Shame on you I put the blame on you You at the crib and doing shit your auntie do
Cuz you ain't banging true
Naw so rest in peace to that Nigga Nip Another real nigga gone and I'm about to trip
It's Mr Mr twenty five choppers sitting on the dresser
Yessir Ahhhh
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Writer(s): Jonathan Hawkins
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