Andre Vice - Anxiety Lyrics

We keep on goin through this cycle
She start overthinking this shit and she go psycho
I ain't ever cheated not once she think I might though
Started thinking she insecure because I might blow
Yeah might blow up off of my flow
Ain't repeating this type of love ain't no recycle
This type of foreplay in the whip I gotta drive slow
My bad I'm swervin' with the swisher got my eyes low
Eyes low aye
Started thinkin' long term I get anxiety
Put my pride aside you seein' another side of me
She like if you proud of me
Feel like you hidin' me
You said this forever baby why would you lie to me
This love unconditional
Under one condition though
We stay on the same page
Understand the visual
Don't know why you trippin' though
Other bitches Fictional
Got me on my knees prayin' for you like a ritual
Girl tell me why I still want you
Just f*ck it all and just come through
Yeah tell me why I still want you
Want you aye
If I up and called you
Would you hit that decline
Phone keep sayin missed calls
Waitin' on that reply
Don't f*ck up the feng shui
Kid Cudi by design
I do this shit all day
Ballin' from the three line
Make my momma proud of me 'cause I secure the bag
Wake up feelin' anxious from when I was down and bad
My bitch off a x pill do the triple x
Stash a couple pills in that Dolce Gabbana bag
We keep on goin' through this cycle
She start overthinking this shit and she go psycho
I ain't ever cheated not once she think I might though
Started thinkin' she insecure because I might blow
Yeah might blow up off of my flow
Ain't repeatin' this type of love ain't no recycle
This type of foreplay in the whip I gotta drive slow
My bad I'm swervin' with the swisher got my eyes low
Eyes low
Girl tell me why I still want you
Just f*ck it all and just come through
Yeah tell me why I still want you
Want you aye
I love to get f*cked up
She just wanna feel good
Care for me I'm too drunk
Show me that we real good
They say this ain't real love
They just wanna see us lose
They ain't got nothin' to do
We ain't got nothin' to prove
Baby in the shotgun told her she glowin'
Henny in her cup this gelato I'm smokin'
Imma make the m's off of these lil' recordings
Diamonds on my wrist put my bitch in Rick Owens
We keep on goin' through this cycle
She start overthinkin' this shit and she go psycho
I ain't ever cheated not once she think I might though
Started thinkin' she insecure because I might blow
Yeah might blow up off of my flow
Ain't repeatin' this type of love ain't no recycle
This type of foreplay in the whip I gotta drive slow
My bad I'm swervin' with the swisher got my eyes low
Eyes low