Anxiety - Bmike

Every single day it breaks me to pieces

I tasted defeat at the feet of my demons

I’m such a fucking waste of achievement

I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it

Cause Lord I know I ain’t been no saint

But tell me what I did to deserve this pain

Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt

When all I ever did was put everybody first

Therapist

And how does that make you feel?

These days I just don’t feel shit

I don’t feel a thing at all, I don’t feel like I exist

Thats why I need my fix, so I can just feel something

How do you describe the word empty?

Try describe the word nothing

Wait, fuck that use my name as the definition

Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission

I’m sick of it, losing myself I’m sick of it

Check my fingerprints, you’ll see how little the percentage is

I’ve given it my all

I’ve given it my all and so much more

But everybody’s still walking out that door

I’ve given it my all

It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck

I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough

It’s not enough

The sleeping pills don’t work, the healing pills don’t work

I still feel pain with the pain pills now those same pills don’t work

If I don’t get a couple percs I’m 'bout to go berserk

I swear to god nobody can fix this shit not even the church

Now tell me what good would a pastor do?

Except be mad at you

Then tell you that «you've sinned a bunch of times but I’ve forgiven you»

You know they won’t admit it and god himself has forbid it but it’s probably

still just half of all the shit the priest committed

Therapist

And how does that mak-

Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel

Imma fucking lose my mind, step aside I need the pills

Step aside I need the xannies

Step aside I need the vicodin

And I’ll be on my way so I can just get back my life again

You do not give a shit, stop pretending stop lying

Cause to you I’m just a check, bitch just a dollar sign

Another vacay with the kids, hubby couldn’t be prouder…

And all you had to was ask me how I feel for an hour

See that’s the problem with pretentious technicalities

Your preach insanity and then expect my weekly salary?

So tell me who’s the crazy person now bitch

And yet you think you’re qualified to treat me?

Shit

I’ve given it my all

I’ve given it my all and so much more

But everybody’s still walking out that door

I’ve given it my all

It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck

I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough

It’s not enough

Man I came up a long way

Just a young Jozi nigga

Bullet at my temple

Afraid I might pull this trigger

This fucking anxiety

Fucking anxiety

My demons are calling and saying that they want whatever’s inside of me

I’mma give it to 'em, (Hell yeah) Imma give 'em all of it

Use to be a smooth operator

Now it’s the opposite

Anxiety

Oh big time

Anxiety yeah

I feel it swimming thru my veins, I’m afraid I might get the blade,

make a slit and let the blood spill out

Anxiety

Oh big time

Anxiety