Anxiety

Michael (Uh, yeah?)

Right this way please, Michael

What can I do for you today?

Yeah, I just need something to take this edge off and I'll be on my way

Well, I can't just give them to you (What the fuck? why not?)

Why don't you take a seat and we'll hava a little chat?

Every single day it breaks me to pieces

I've 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

(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

That's why I need my fix, so I can just feel something

How do you describe the word empty?

Try to describe the word nothing

Wait, fuck that

Use my name as a definition

Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission

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

Take my fingerprints, you'll see how little the percentages is

I've given it my all

I've given it my all and so much more

But everybody 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 pain pills, now those same pills don't work

If I don't get a couple perks, I'm about to go berzerk

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, and tell you that you sinned a bunch of times

But I've forgiven you

You know they won't admit it, and god himself is forbid it

But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed

(And how does that make...)

Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel

I'ma 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 to 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 vaycay with the kids, hubby couldn't be prouder

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

See, that's the problem with pretentious technicalities

You preach insanity, and then expect my weekly salary?

So tell me who's the crazy person now, bitch

And yet you think you qualified to treat me? Shit

I've given it my all

I've given it my all and so much more

But everybody 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

It's fucking anxiety

Fucking anxiety

My demons are callin' and sayin' they want whatever's inside of me

I'ma give it to 'em (Hell, yeah)

I'ma give 'em all of it

Used to be a smooth operetor

Now it's the opposite

Anxiety

Oh, big time, anxiety, yeah

I feel it swimmin' through my veins

I'm afraid I might get the blade

Make a slit and let the blood spill out

Anxiety

Oh, big time, anxiety