Frantic ft. Gen-Direct Lyrics

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