Bones McQueen & On the Mend - Crash Bandicoot Lyrics

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This is for the people that have ever had a panic attack at one point or another
It's a shitty feeling that's impossible to render, hella tension, smoke a joint, call your mother hmmm
If you don't believe that I got demons I can summon 'em
Dealing with it ever since I was a youngin' coming up
But I'm here now, it's nothing
And it was all hearsay to lackluster percussion, yeah

Can never seem to get my shit together even though I'm not lacking in any kinda facility
It's underneath the surface but I'm doing a disservice to myself by expecting someone to pity me
No one told me that life came with so many hidden fees
You don't even gotta become grate for a bit of cheese
No shame, they digging through the mud for lil' nuggets
I'm focused on my body of work looking to build something

Didn't even call my closest homie back cuz I got nothing to show for myself when we catch up
Had to go and tell everyone under the sun that I was gonna put in work but I got anxious
Ended up napping, smoking nugget, jacking off
Didn't even put on my pants let alone rap at all
Take so many f*cking dabs I could hack a lung
In a glass cage of emotion playing a game of racquetball

Check my phone so many times a day like there is something inside it that's better than real life
I'm always f*cking anxious and I fear that I'm not good enough to know what true happiness feels like
So I put up walls, act cold like a steel pipe
Try to get away always looking up cheap flights
Bought a one way ticket to the city of self-loathing
Went once to where the ember goes to die, hell floating

I've been putting in the effort, hella catching up on important writing and barely going out, yeah
I've been sprucing up the f*cking interior like I'm ready for an open house, close your mouth
Play to my strength cuz I'm insane on the mic
On the Mend, a legend, went next level to make it nice
Kill the beef, mix it with vegetables over rice
Insecure rappers sport chains overpriced, ughhh

You thought it was over? Just a quick rest, bitch

I've almost given up on writing rhymes so many f*cking times that by now I've lost count, ugh
If it weren't for the homies pushing me to keep it up my whole life would've gone south
Consume a rapper like Kobayashi when he eat a morsel
Criticize technique, I don't even feel remorseful
Don't ever wanna entertain the thought of being normal
Finna write a bunch of fire music and become immortal

Things are getting better the more I put in the effort, incremental, but goddamnit we headed there, ugh
This a f*cking rap mechanism putting in the repetitions like a top seeded tennis player
Jealous peers love to hate and cop a f*cking attitude
Hating on our style in a way that I find rather rude
They nameless, routine maintenance of the status quo
On the Mend and Bones on your platform like Crash Bandicoot, ugh

Let me show you how to become a shining example for humanity while hiding dark thoughts
Hoping waiting never knowing bro I'm over being patient, making it happen at all costs
Little bitches, I'mma really go and climb financial ladder
Understand the motherf*cking bag is really what I'm after
Nothing matters but I'd rather be the one to touch the data
Running diagnostics, observing all the dummies crashing