Roselyn, don't be talking to me when I'm in the shower

Shit's weird

From irrelevant back to relevant, writing raps on a settlement

Hopefully for the betterment, not the impediment, my state of mind

Now I took some time to find the reason I still wanna rhyme

It's kinda hard to find the thing that defines you

Had these thoughts at twenty, now I'm almost that but times two

Intrusive thoughts on the daily, retired but came back quick like I'm Brady

Don't do this for no Mercedes, more like my wife and my babies

Out the Blu like Exile, no time for rest now

I look at my son like, "Goddamn, boy, you blessed, child"

Not a care in the world, but as a kid, I was stressed out like Q-Tip

See my body of work, but this right here, yeah, this that new drip

Check it, I've been steady overthinking 'bout health and 'bout over-drinking

I love that my ego shrinking, I love that I keep my shrink on speed dial

Don't need it now 'cause I would rather write this down

For you listening, not you missin' it, live your life how you envision it

Gather your fear then imprison it like I do with these bars

Anxiety be setting in, but I keep going, on God

On God

On God

On God

On God

Ayo, my fear is kinda gripping me now

Chest so heavy, it feel like it's tipping me now

Anxiety got me out my present, I'm tripping now, feel like I'm flippin' out

Think I should be sipping now, wait now, hold up

Self-medication ain't the prescription I need right now

That's why I'm turning this page, I feel like I need to write down my emotions

Palm sweaty like the ocean, get rid of this, it ain't that easy, a sip and a potion

It feel like my brain is in a constant state of motion

Some say it's therapeutic, others say it's devotion

When it comes to anxiety, I feel like I'm the fucking spokesman

When I was a little boy, finally out my daddy's nuts

I had an invisible friend, they thought I was nuts

But as I got older and lost a little innocence

I couldn't see him anymore, not even if I squint

It's been like thirty something years, I wonder where the fuck he went

Sometimes I wonder if he's pissed that I can't see him

Or if I had more imagination, then that would free him, wait, hold up

Yo, I wonder if the anxiety that I get

Is him getting back at me for thinking that I don't give a shit

Maybe that isn't it, maybe he's got my back and he's the one that deflects it

My mental state he protects it, in a sense

When the bad thoughts come around, he intersects it

Maybe it's both like the devil and angel

Whatever anxiety is, I still don't get the fucking angle, on God

On God

On God

On God

On God

Roselyn, can you easy up a little bit on your chess settings?

You're kicking my ass here

Logic's three loves are

His family, music, and making film