Ekow - Anxious Lyrics

Man I'm on that, man I'm gone dead
Just a kid tryna chill with a grown head
Oh you gassed up? Oh you cool now?
Oh you loose and you lit when the school's out?
Where my mind at? where my brain is?
All these people they ain't speaking in my language
Man I'm zoned out, I can't take this
It don't matter where I'm at man I'm anxious

Coming off from a whim nothing sanctioned
Roll up in the scene feeling anxious
While I'm stuck in these shoes nothing changing
He just looking for a purpose and a bank-shift
Frankly I just ain't the type for this hype
Tryna make a new face gotta write what they like
Gotta do what they want but I ain't feeling right
Might just make me animated, light-skinned, and bright
Take the gap out my teeth, and the chop out my frown
Find a dude who getting girls and more than 120 lbs
Find the cool guy, who ain't awkward and down
Who ain't tripping on his feet when they all come round
Just a case of unbalanced in my main feelings
'Side my tunes I don't have that many pain killers
When I come with the heat it's a well done
Still I'm tryna climb up this cliff that I fell from

Man I'm on that, man I'm gone dead
Just a kid tryna chill with a grown head
Oh you gassed up? Oh you cool now?
Oh you loose and you lit when the school's out?
Where my mind at where my brain is?
All these people they ain't speaking in my language
Man I'm zoned out, I can't take this
It don't matter where I'm at man I'm anxious

I've been working in my boxers
Why they telling me to change I don't want clothes
Low key I'm never conscious
I just play this like a game on the consoles
Still man I'm really tryna handle the pace
Everybody wanna put a man to the face
But they all got demands, they want answers and bits
I just wanna close out or cancel and dip
See my mama want a kid who the bookworm
And my daddy want a man who get grown with a stack
But my habits haven't shown the greatest insurance
That's why you hear that jerk in my tone when I rap
Now who got to tools here to fix him
Cause I'm still tryna find where my friends is
Every time I let it slide there's that friction
Deep down part of me just wanna end it

Feel the end of times til my coffin it stink
Cause when you dead homie, you ain't gotta force anything
Stuck in this life man you choke on a vortex and all that's important is hoarding and things
Fake like I'm happy and smiling it off
But my face feels like porcelain it's warped and it stings
Party at 5 man it's looking alive
While they numbing the void with their thoughts and the drinks
Ease up the torment, revive them endorphins
This life ain't a chore there's just more that you need
Buy it, support it, consume, and endorse it
These things gonna change you from corpse into being
Down for the cause or it's all for the team
All made American it's all for the dream
You the kid you the boy man just chill and be normal
You ain't gotta choice man just go on with your demons