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Lyrics:
(Anxiety)
Whiskey wrote this one.
Call me Capone.
Coming closer, where the fuck is my throne?
I send you like I'm Karl Malone.
I'm delivering the mail to your female dog with Boss.
I pass you, I laugh, because this is my house.
You're not laughing, because you're in my zone.
You are all alone, you are all alone. Now why are you alone?
Oh yeah.
Put my game on a bender.
Like her butt was big, but her waist looked thin.
When I'm done I'll probably lend it, move on to the next one because she looks like a Jenner.
I'm high and you're weak and your female dog is a tenor.
You need "W", you can call me a salesman.
Better sit down and call your public defender.
Because I speak and assume your gender.
Everyone knows you're a beginner.
Are you sure you're hungrier because I look thinner?
It's not a question, you don't make dinner, but you still run like you're a winner.
I played the nice guy but you made me a sinner.
I swipe left, I'll call you Tinder.
Call this game your bitch? (Say what?)
Funny. Because I am all in her.
Every little thing is trying to beat me today.
Everyone is looking beyond the feats we have achieved.
Every time it's like I'm seeing you rewind, so I'm trying to realign the fucking moves we made.
Anxiety is on the move, brand new at the door.
Anxiety is on the move, as if chasing hatred.
The anxiety is moving, I'm just playing the game. I don't have much to say, get the hell out of there. Oh my God!
Chorus:
Yeah, you're an idiot who freaks me out. I do not wanna talk about it.
You are talking bullshit and I wonder who allowed this.
You're a slut who rides cocks for influence, you can't hide it.
Let go of my dick, yeah.
(grudges)
Fucking mother, fucking mother. let's play redrover.
Fucking mother, fucking mother. Send your female dog here.
She jumped on the bandwagon so get moving.
This may sound crazy, but I want a conclusion.
This may sound really lame, but I'm done with you posers.
Maybe it's round seven, but I'll get closer.
You're on the fast track but you're passing at 55.
I say you are the most real but you are barely alive.
I say you're a piece of fucking shit, but your career is taking a nosedive.
Winner. Winner. Chicken dinner. No, you're a turkey. You're a jive.
It's like I have all these problems but I haven't tweeted about it.
Like I'm really hungry, so I'll end up eating about it.
Like you have problems with me but you don't want to talk about it.
Throw that money in my bag because I'm not leaving without it.
Throw your album in the trash because everyone could do without it.
Pull your head up, because you stink, no doubt about it. Bitch, you're clouded.
Chorus:
Yeah, you're an idiot who freaks me out. I do not wanna talk about it.
You are talking bullshit and I wonder who allowed this.
You're a slut who rides cocks for influence, you can't hide it.
Let go of my dick, yeah.
Yeah, you're an idiot who freaks me out. I do not wanna talk about it.
You are talking bullshit and I wonder who allowed this.
You're a slut who rides cocks for influence, you can't hide it.
Let go of my dick, yeah.
(Anxiety)
Yeah, if you think this damn song is about you, it probably isn't.
So screw that.
Anxiety. Grudges. We're onto some new shit…
And we're not done yet.
Follow Grudges and Anxiety on social media!
Grudges
Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/Grudges801/
IG – @rancunes801
Twitter – @AKGrin
Anxiety
FB/IG – @iamanxxiety
Twitter – @anxxiety801
Music and lyrics written by Anxxiety and Stetson Whitworth
Music produced by Stetson Whitworth, High Vibe Recordings.
Video by Skyler Lewis, Wyler Media.
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