Anxiety II

Lemme tell ya
If I could give up all my money and it'd change the way I feel yea I would
Tell me that they understand when I never really felt understood
Surface level I be chillin but be real, lately I ain't ever good
I don't get it but I should

Lemme tell ya how it feel when anxiety spreads
When you waking up and everyday you throwing up red
People never get it, how about before you go and judge
Take a look behind my eyes, then go tell I'm ight
Okay, people always asking where the old Brae
They expect me to fake the part, this ain't no role play
All online people tweeting MaN i MiSs The oLd Ye
They expect the man to go ahead and change his whole brain
But alas, call it roasting but to me I'm on blast
Call it joking, but lately relationships on top of glass
Diggin' deeper and deeper, lift you higher and higher
You to me not a keeper, adding fuel to the fire
Confrontation required
Do not care cuz I'm tired
All a sudden Imma a liar liar pants are on fire
Okay now I understand, why I changed, where we stand
At the point I already drew a line in the sand

Lemme tell ya
If I could give up all my money and it'd change the way I feel yea I would
Tell me that they understand when I never really felt understood
Surface level I be chillin but be real, lately I ain't ever good
I don't get it but I should

Lemme tell you something
Cuz I know a thing or two about what I need
For myself to strive
Lemme tell you bout a lil somethin I know
Lemme tell, lemme tell, lemme tell, lemme tell

If I could give up all my money and it'd change the way I feel yea I would
Tell me that they understand when I never really felt understood
Surface level I be chillin but be real, lately I ain't ever good
I don't get it but I should



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Writer(s): Braeden Bisbano
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