prod. oring - Anxiety Lyrics

My anxiety goes through the roof As I get top and back of the coupe
I'm lonely and I'm alone My niggas, they sendin' the troops
You f*ck about me or you? I don't care about me or you
I don't care about me or you I don't care about me or you
I'm on a whole nother wave I got a whole nother face, you
I'm in the, I'm in the main I got that lip, it's your face, you
You know I'm ballin', okay I give a f*ck about you
I just get money today
I got some problems, okay Every day, I don't feel safe
I need the cash out the safe I go broke, then I'm robbin' the bank
That's the P when I hop in the tank Dreadlocks like Chaberines
I got a new dollar today Nigga, you ain't bout to pay
I got some stuff in my waist Got some top from your bitch in the bay
Call that bitch my lissa, I don't obey I get money and that's every day
My anxiety got me go crazy Anxiety got me go crazy
I'm in the, I'm in the main
They tell me that I hop on the wave Got some top in the back of a Wraith
The money is out of your safe In the cut and I'm loadin' a K
F*ck your bitch for a couple of days I've been high for a couple of days
Percocet got me up in a daze I don't know what to do with myself, but that's okay
My anxiety go through the range As I get top in back of the coupe
I'm an only and not the only My niggas, they sendin' the truth
Give a f*ck about me or you I don't care about me or you
I don't care about me or you I don't care about me or you
I'm in a whole nother wave I got a whole nother face
I'm in the, I'm in the main I got that lip in your face
You know I'm ballin' okay I give a f*ck about you
I'm just gettin' money today
I remember workin' for a job with a minimum wage
That was millions and millions and millions, they up in my base
Off the top on that kicker, they thinkin' that I gotta fade
I can barely catch you just like a catcher's mitt or maybe a fade
I'm in the throat, no hiccup Codeine, don't sip liquor
I got a real drug problem God, need you to fix it
I'm drinkin' the lean Same way they drinkin' the liquor
Same way they drinkin' the liquor I am a fiend
That choppy, it came with a beam Freddy Krueger when I'm on the beef shit
Cause I'm pullin' up right in your dreams It really ain't nothin' to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm stretched out, it's easy to see
Yeah, yeah, yeah I should have gray hairs
Truth, no dare Birthday just passed
But I don't care Twenty years old
He made it this far and maybe he'll be cool, oh
I don't know, sometimes life just dogs me like I'm Cool Joe