The demon of anxious fuss
Yo, it’s 3 AM, lights outta here, phone done died,
You throwin’ da blankets over ya dome, tryna hide.
Ya think ya safe, ya think ya chilled — nah, fool!
I’m slippin’ in ya mind, makin’ ya soul drool.
Nah, I ain’t da wind, I ain’t da rain, bruh,
I’m dat sudden spike, sharp as a blade, cut ya nerve.
Ya forgot to lock da front door? Or left da stove on?
Wait, dat’s wack — but I make dat stick, got ya shakin’ like a storm.
I’m da glitch in ya smooth routine, disrupter of vibes,
Da nastiest flick ya ever seen, leavin’ ya paranoid, alive.
Chorus
I’m dat Thought, yeah, da bad one, bruh — creepin’ like a shadow,
Sneakin’ in silent, stirrin’ up chaos, makin’ ya head blow.
Ya tryna scroll, tryna tune out, but I’m screamin’ loud, no cap,
Fillin’ ya with doubt, twistin’ ya thoughts ’til ya snap.
I don’t knock, just bust in, playin’ wit’ fears like a pro,
Yeah, I’m winnin’ — ya can’t mute me, ya can’t block, what’s up though?
I’m da anxiety, hookin’ ya, crookin’ ya spine,
Ya feelin’ shook? That’s just da start — I’m da nightmare, all da time.
Verse 2
Remember dat thing ya said back in ’09? To ya boss? Dat was wack, bruh!
Dem still talkin’ ’bout it, swear to God — laughin’ at ya from near to far.
Or maybe ya left da iron on? Ya whole block’s gone, split wide open,
Nah, I’m lyin’ — but ya checkin’ twice, sweatin’ bullets, payin’ the price.
I’m da “what if” killin’ ya vibe, da parasite eatin’ inside ya crew,
Ya got dreams? I got nightmares — tangled up in ya messy curls, too.
Chorus
I’m dat Thought, yeah, da bad one, bruh — creepin’ like a shadow,
Sneakin’ in silent, stirrin’ up chaos, makin’ ya head blow.
Ya tryna scroll, tryna tune out, but I’m screamin’ loud, no cap,
Fillin’ ya with doubt, twistin’ ya thoughts ’til ya snap.
I don’t knock, just bust in, playin’ wit’ fears like a pro,
Yeah, I’m winnin’ — ya can’t mute me, ya can’t block, what’s up though?
I’m da anxiety, hookin’ ya, crookin’ ya spine,
Ya feelin’ shook? That’s just da start — I’m da nightmare, all da time.
Bridge
Ya think ya solid? Ya think ya stone? I’m crackin’ ya foundation, piece by piece.
One slip, one fall, one wrong move — I got da proof, I got da beat.
I ain’t evil, I’m just real — da truth ya don’t wanna feel.
So toss and turn, sweatin’ dem sheets — I’m da rhythm in ya defeat.
Outro
Yo.
Check da stove. Check da lock.
Ya reply to dat text? Nah?
Oops!
I’m still here. Always in ya ear.
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