Jommu Is Unsocial - Chance! Lyrics

Yes Anxiety will be the death of me
Keep it lowkey taking motherf*cking methamphetamine
Just to f*cking cope with everything huh
Scared to let my vices free, Ya feeling me
Don't know who to be or where to be huh
Be real with me and feel me up
Another one down, I fill my cup
Still don't know if you really see
What you wanna see
I just don't know what I want to be

To cope when I stress up
Panic panic toughen up
Choke and pray I fess up
My mouth will surely m-mess up
Nervous and it got me messed up
I'm stressed up, get dressed up
That I need to man up and stand up for what i trust so its not rough
When it gets tough know I am up
You a phantom dancing dancer with her hands up
Put your hands up, get your hands up
Get your hands up, hands up, hands up, hands up

What are you? A wack rapper, trap rapper
Aint got no cash rapper
Eating all the pudding so you take out all the trash wrappers
Face facts trapper, you ain't got no f*cking back, rather
You can take a whiff of my back draft after
Matter of fact, pasture full of fast rappers, moo
Clappers clap happy for the rapper rapping crap banter
Slander, sent to prison as a pan handler
Handing cd's caught heebijeebies with some freebies
Do you see me, hear me, hurt me, be me, leave me
We leave, I see IC's on FD its a freebie
Run it back for the f*cking repeat
I am on my way so you can make that shit a three-peat

Three more, I just need some new fours
Not A1's that are A1 but if you take them, just take one
Don't take some, if you need one, I aint got none
But they ask why, you never run,
If you know that rap ain't the right one
You oughta better run

Yes Anxiety will be the death of me
Keep it lowkey taking motherf*cking methamphetamine
Just to f*cking cope with everything huh
Scared to let my vices free, Ya feeling me
Don't know who to be or where to be huh
Be real with me and feel me up
Another one down, I fill my cup
Still don't know if you really see
What you wanna see
I just don't know what I want to be

Stop while you're ahead just quit it aye
Stay still, lie dead as if your finished aye
I'm a static, automatic, bit erratic, fasting addict
Acting classic, plastic athlete last week from my head to my feet
Yes I see, the right path that will be for me, yes
Not the left path filled with memory stress
Not better off, yet i'm still better off depressed
Still wondering oh wondering about whats next
Gotta maintain, same things in my f*cking membrane
Got me going insane, can't even think straight
Even on a Wednesday, or was it Friday, who cares
Wait, great, another dime another day waits

I am late, need no mans, I am great
Need no dance, need no trance, need no date
Give me a chance homie, homie uh
Give me a chance homie, homie wait no