Hak7m Faraji - anxiety Lyrics

Oh shit
Oh shit
Hol' up

Fear of failure, fear ya self or feel ya pain
A xan a day a breathe away you'll never make it
Gotta take it, say ya prayers they gon look at you and say you were defeated
Gotta pay ya way he say he may have beaten me
And being me is like a drain cloggin never needed
Faucet turn
I'll leave ya f*ckin' holes leakin
If you on then you gotta say you get it
Duckin' bullets bitch i'm flockin with the geeses
I been stuntin' on you bitches since a fetus
I don't give a f*ck tell mama hit the dealer
Ugly ducklin' finally got his ticket
Bitch I read the books and then the plot had really thickened
They was tellin' junior baby boy stop thinkin'
Application education ain't for thinkers

Caddy Caddy please don't tell em we gon pull up wit dat automatic
Caddy Caddy I dont want it need it but I gotta really have it
Caddy Caddy mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble addict
Caddy Caddy thought I had a mind I don't think I got it

Caddy Caddy please don't tell em we gon pull up wit dat automatic
Caddy Caddy I dont want it, need it but I gotta have it even
Caddy Caddy mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble addict
Caddy Caddy thought I had a mind I don't think I got it

Where I come from it's one on one You Knuckle up or drop the coins My slimes will fold ya
Jolt ya folgers fold the paper roll it
Fifty cent's a quarter, make it work Black metal in ya pants bleed through yo shirt
Niggas make ya hurt
Leaking from yo neck
Pacino is daddy
Daddy taught me better
Turtle shells Raph it turn you to a shredder
Shred you niggas get the parmesan
If you want the beef i'll give yo as to farmer John
Heaven's only miles away is what my idol say
So you crabby niggas just a shell away
Put Michelle away I get Obama
Ain't no time for drama
Money like a sentence comma comma comma, kamikaze
Anatomy like trading cards it's body body bodies
Way I do it break it down like old jalopys
Father came back and told me no one's like me
Golden child gotta get my own bitch Damn I gotta alotta f*ckin old bitches
Pimp cane walk like an old bitch
Gotta get my own shit
Oh shit
Angels all around me feathers fall quick
Gotta count my blessings I can't count shit
Bloodthirsty youngin's know they fingers itch
Gotta head back home and tell em no to this
F*ck his baby mama with a long dick
Wraughtweiler hard boi I'm on shit
Bombaclot me we at ya door shit
Number 7 but I gotta rep 6
Shout out 21 and Bouldercrest bih
Gotta hit the Pilot just to get a flip

Caddy Caddy please don't tell em we gon pull up wit dat automatic
Caddy Caddy I dont want it, need it but I gotta have it even
Caddy Caddy mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble addict
Caddy Caddy thought I had a mind I don't think I got it

Caddy Caddy please don't tell em we gon pull up wit dat automatic
Caddy Caddy I dont want it, need it but I gotta have it even
Caddy Caddy mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble addict
Caddy Caddy thought I had a mind I don't think I got it

I don't really know
Where these ugly bitches go
Can they really be a hoe
With a face like Rob Duval