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andthedeathof - stephendoesdrugs lyrics

section 1

im not a slave anymore!!! im kicking the doors!!!
no longer depending on bottles of coors, models and models and models of all of these whores!!!
im breaking the doors!!! and taking the whores!!! im lighting the torch!!! and scorching the floors!!!

anxiety’s got the best of me!
anxiety’s gettin the best of me…
anxiety’s got the best of me!
anxiety’s gettin the best of me…
anxiety’s got the best of me!!!
anxietys’ gettin the best of me…

yo, let me bring it back right now, tell these mother-fucking kids that im all cashed out, bring the cash cow throw the fucking milk to a plow, play my alb-m at the venue till its all burnt down
stroll around town nervous break-down, embers from the bodies stained in my fucking eyes now
ask these fucking kids whos high now!
tell these fucking kids whos high now

tripping double vision, get a difference in an instant
like the crowd just turned to family and a fires in the kitchen!
one more time for the audience to listen
follow and jump because everyones b-tchin!!!

section 2

im a blind-eyed fish
swimming in the ocean
drink a potion
floatin
tell these sharks that im floatin
scapegoatin
convulsion
propulsion

(jump jump jump jump)

im awake now!
fuck the cash cow!
learned math now!
it goes nine of you fucks, are really my enemies, normal identities, all falls down anxiety’s got the best of me!
ten times a day, still leaves a match between me and my day
its ok… its ok…
never ok!
always on the floor with my hands on my legs and my eyes on the sink, too scared to look up, look up see my face, too scared to think tough, too scared to move at a pace that im not racing
oh fuck its a race!!!

(jump jump jump jump)

but if we give up, maybe we’ll win, no outcome to income, let me begin
anxiety’s gettin the best of me
no longer letting it take all the rest of me, this is the recipe
mescaline
godd-mnit you know we love mescaline!
when we got no where to turn, feelin fifteen, dissecting a sheep, allergic to bleach
no where to run
fuck the outcome, fuck whos lookin, wait who the fucks lookin?
bookin my stay, to where i shouldn’t
be stuck here in brooklyn with dudes who take bullets, and hide it in hooded outfits to prove whos lobster to pudding, but get cooked!

(who the fuck do you wanna be? where the fuck do you wanna go?)

(give in, i control you now)

- stephendoesdrugs lyrics

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