Menace 2 Anxiety

[Verse: P.O.S]

Yeah, yeah

Spaceman spliff

Laced up, fazed

Sip a headband spliff

With expressing in a Handstand chick

And my mans and them

Ran with my d-fam

They stand as my defense

Plans grind the kinks since hand over fist

Think span over quick

Linked up never sink the ship 'n' shit

Feeding honeydew to honey dip

And kiss

Lucid dreaming in a rental whip

And split

And skip phones like stones

Tryna cross a river with it

I don't wanna deal with it

And anyway I get new one every time the season change

So I can ease thе pain

Scroll my fuckin' days away

Further 'til I fade away from murder whilе my grave awaits

Unless you got a better way

You don’t

Laughin' while they pay to play

Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razorblades

And hope

And cope better than I should do

Let it slip 'n' slide by

I'ma stressed guy I'ma die chill

Like, way more than usual

Laid back baked

Probably late for my funeral

[Verse: Sims]

Super serotonin pumpin' dopamine

Swingin' right to left I do the coping lean

Since thirteen, slide with metal pipes

Slide with men and mice

My bike don’t pedal right

They were printin' with the Play-Doh

Rollin' up a scapegoat, rollin' up like plain clothes

I was loiter in my embroidered Houston Oiler

Learning how to spot a spoiler, avoid the toys enjoying schadenfreude

Rather let 'em cook than get caught up in what’s on their plate

I thought a thousand miles of voyaging would bring the boy to something new

But same Boyardee, c’est la vie

Home is where the riot be

Incite the fight or flee ignite the thing inside of me

Menace to anxiety

Findin' peace among the oddities and minor keys

Booming through the line out, keep it movin' as it winds out

Got the wolf from the city, got the bull from the house

Not even tryna turn that right side out, just tryna make it babe

Burnin' down the straight away

Leave the place in beta

Save the fatal for a later date

Play without the ace of spades

Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razor blades

[ Refrain: P.O.S]

(Further—further—)

Further 'til I fade away, murder while my grave awaits

Unless you got a better way

You don’t

Laughin' while they pay to play

Grabbin' what I can and stash the money with the razorblades

And hope

And cope better than I should do

Let it slip 'n' slide by

I'ma stressed guy, I'ma die chill

Like way more than usual

Laid back baked

Probably late for my funeral

[Refrain: Sims]

(Boomin'—boomin'—boomin'—boo-boo-boomin'—)

Boomin' through the line out, keep it movin' as it winds out

Got the wolf from the city, got the bull from the house

Not even tryna turn that right side out, just tryna make it, babe

Just tryna make it, babe