Menace 2 Anxiety

Lyrics

[Verse: P.O.S] Yeah, yeah Spaceman spliff Laced up, fazed Sip a headband spliff With expressing in a Handstand chick And my mans and them Ran with my d-fam They stand as my defense Plans grind the kinks since hand over fist Think span over quick Linked up never sink the ship 'n' shit Feeding honeydew to honey dip And kiss Lucid dreaming in a rental whip And split And skip phones like stones Tryna cross a river with it I don't wanna deal with it And anyway I get new one every time the season change So I can ease thе pain Scroll my fuckin' days away Further 'til I fade away from murder whilе my grave awaits Unless you got a better way You don't Laughin' while they pay to play Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razorblades And hope And cope better than I should do Let it slip 'n' slide by I'ma stressed guy I'ma die chill Like, way more than usual Laid back baked Probably late for my funeral [Verse: Sims] Super serotonin pumpin' dopamine Swingin' right to left I do the coping lean Since thirteen, slide with metal pipes Slide with men and mice My bike don't pedal right They were printin' with the Play-Doh Rollin' up a scapegoat, rollin' up like plain clothes I was loiter in my embroidered Houston Oiler Learning how to spot a spoiler, avoid the toys enjoying schadenfreude Rather let 'em cook than get caught up in what's on their plate I thought a thousand miles of voyaging would bring the boy to something new But same Boyardee, c'est la vie Home is where the riot be Incite the fight or flee ignite the thing inside of me Menace to anxiety Findin' peace among the oddities and minor keys Booming through the line out, keep it movin' as it winds out Got the wolf from the city, got the bull from the house Not even tryna turn that right side out, just tryna make it babe Burnin' down the straight away Leave the place in beta Save the fatal for a later date Play without the ace of spades Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razor blades [ Refrain: P.O.S] (Further—further—) Further 'til I fade away, murder while my grave awaits Unless you got a better way You don't Laughin' while they pay to play Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razorblades And hope And cope better than I should do Let it slip 'n' slide by I'ma stressed guy, I'ma die chill Like way more than usual Laid back baked Probably late for my funeral [Refrain: Sims] (Boomin'—boomin'—boomin'—boo-boo-boomin'—) Boomin' through the line out, keep it movin' as it winds out Got the wolf from the city, got the bull from the house Not even tryna turn that right side out, just tryna make it, babe Just tryna make it, babe