(Verse 1) This anxiety kicks in like a gust of wind it's like when you get locked in a tiny room I don't like to gloom but, man do you also get the feeling you want too just go inside your room and Kick some sick rips someone else writ but nowadays everybody is rich and doesn't care so that's why I'm writing this song so people like that and this can all get along (Chorus) Everytime I spit a rhyme these people think I'm dying on the inside but I'm fine I ain't lying it's just anxi-ety (Verse 2) Anything on the mic goes everything I spit flows its how I cope with life I write and kill on the mic by the way shout out to my ghost writer (Vroom Vroom) that's my ghost rider (haha) call me a spider cause when I climb on the mic you get washed out (Chorus) Everytime I spit a rhyme these people think I'm dying on the inside but I'm fine I ain't lying it's just anxi-ety (Verse 3) don't mess with me I'll set you free mentally these lyrical miracles are spherical they come back round and hit me in the face at a fast pace like a spiked mace they put you in your place my mind is like an egg it's scrambled I can't think straight ima get 8 virgins who like too masterbate learn their traits and say "just stay here" I have to escape this insaness but I say this "here try too put this cat and racoon which one fits better in your anus" man I'm brainless since a young age I was painless haven't felt pain in ages (Chorus) Everytime I spit a rhyme these people think I'm dying on the inside but I'm fine I ain't lying it's just anxi-ety