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
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 I've given it my all and so much more
 But everybody still walking out that door
 I've given it my all
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 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
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 I've given it my all and so much more
 But everybody still walking out that door
 I've given it my all
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 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
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 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
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 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
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 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