Anxiety

We gotta cut the bull

And just start being super open and honest

I bite my nails

Down to the nub

Anxiety

Need all my drugs

I smoke my weed

Till I feel numb

Feel it in my lungs

Till I'm slowing up

Till I'm Slowing up

Slowing up (WHAT?)

Slowing up (AYE!)

Slowing up (AYE!)

Till I'm slowing up

Slowing up (WHAT?)

Slowing up (WHAT?)

Slowing up (WHAT?)

Yeah I bite my nails

Down to the nub

Wanna slit my wrist

Blood all in the tub

I'm thinking bout a bitch

I'm in love with a slut

I know she for the streets

For her love I'm a thug

A freak between the sheets

Put dick all in her guts

She sandy with the cheeks

She in love with my nuts

Off pills that bitch a geek

She doing all them drugs

Just Stick to Xans and Weed

Not into all that stuff

I just been high all week

I don't even give a fuck

I just count all my green

Yeah now I stack it up

I don't do Percs I do Xans

I'm rocking these shows for my fans

Imma cop me a Mercedes Benz

Cuz now I run up all the bands

I bite my nails

Down to the nub

Anxiety

Need all my drugs

I smoke my weed

Till I feel numb

Feel it in my lungs

Till I'm slowing up

Till I'm Slowing up

Slowing up

(UP!)

Slowing up

(UP!)

Slowing up

Till I'm Slowing up

(UP!)

Slowing up

(UP!)

Slowing up

(UP!)

Slowing up

(UP!)

(LET'S GO, RAGE!)

I mean they probably just don't like the music

I love that album

But I feel like he touches on shit that's so like

Open and honest

That some people

Can't listen to it

Because they probably feel like

He's looking at them in their eyes

And they're like

"Oh I can't panic uh I can't listen to this,

Put on something different so I can do my Dougie

And keep forgetting"