Anxiety Trip Lyrics

My lungs hurt

I'm still breathing

Vision blurred but

Still seeing

Been attatched to you for no reason

Just forget my face

'Cause I'm leaving

Trident on my back

Why I'm always looking back

Said the way we chat these circles

Why I'm always running laps

Ain't no need for lil' forgiveness

When your heart under attack

Hit the limit on the meter

'Cause they want us on the map

Huh

Fuck all that shit!

Done all my hours

I'm ready to dip

All that anxiety counter-the-feit

So let that anxiety pay for the trip

Huh

Ice might just cover the wrist

The way that blade shimmer

I know they stay pissed

All that white looking

Got him like whitney

But jump in the trailer

We're taking some pics

Uh, yeah, hey, yeah

I caught feelings for the

Feeling of the night, yeah

Venom still up in my system

So go be the villain

It's feeling alright

Huh

Don't know what she gave me

But I feel it getting wazy

Getting too narcotic in this party

Way too crazy

Whoa

Ain't here to talk to you!

The ambiance is new-

Still look dead up in the eyes!

Why the reaper never cries!

But you lied so

The honest did the time

Put that bet down on your momma

See how far I'll cross the line

Too dramatic with the addict on my side

But this wrist won't slit itself

How many reasons 'til he cries?

I invent emotion

Kill 'em with a potion

I thought that you known this

Niggas need to focus

You know where the soul lives

Sent me here to own this

Re-invented old Chris

Shot to that bitch like

Don't wish

When I get pissed

I don't miss

Stacking it up like gold bricks

Up in the vault got more hits

So I'll swing in this shit like I caught my lil' vibe

Huh

I told you its hidden inside

Still wanted more from the kid when he died

Switch that account just to bounce

Like we'd kill off an ounce in a minute

Aesthetic on fitted, huh

Ain't no sobriety with it

Can't no sobriety fit it

Hand me the ruger

I'm hunting for all you lil' niggas

Refusing to stand on your business

I made sad shit the law

I had to die

To remember how to cry

All alone, shit

I invent emotion

Kill it with a potion

I thought that you known this

Niggas need to focus

You know where the soul lives

Sent me here to own this

Go barcode your own wrist

Reaper really own this

My lungs hurt

I'm still breathing

Vision blurred but

I'm still seeing

Been attatched to you for no reason

Just forget my face

'Cause I'm leaving