Roselyn, don´t be talking to me when I´m in the shower Shit´s weird
From irrelevant back to relevant, writing raps on a settlement Hopefully for the betterment, not the impediment, my state of mind Now I took some time to find the reason I still wanna rhyme It´s kinda hard to find the thing that defines you Had these thoughts at twenty, now I´m almost that but times two Intrusive thoughts on the daily, retired but came back quick like I´m Brady Don´t do this for no Mercedes, more like my wife and my babies Out the Blu like Exile, no time for rest now I look at my son like, "Goddamn, boy, you blessed, child" Not a care in the world, but as a kid, I was stressed out like Q-Tip
See my body of work, but this right here, yeah, this that new drip Check it, I´ve been steady overthinking ´bout health and ´bout over-drinking I love that my ego shrinking, I love that I keep my shrink on speed dial Don´t need it now ´cause I would rather write this down For you listening, not you missin´ it, live your life how you envision it Gather your fear then imprison it like I do with these bars Anxiety be setting in, but I keep going, on God
On God On God On God On God
Ayo, my fear is kinda gripping me now Chest so heavy, it feel like it´s tipping me now Anxiety got me out my present, I´m tripping now, feel like I´m flippin´ out Think I should be sipping now, wait now, hold up Self-medication ain´t the prescription I need right now That´s why I´m turning this page, I feel like I need to write down my emotions Palm sweaty like the ocean, get rid of this, it ain´t that easy, a sip and a potion It feel like my brain is in a constant state of motion Some say it´s therapeutic, others say it´s devotion When it comes to anxiety, I feel like I´m the fucking spokesman
When I was a little boy, finally out my daddy´s nuts I had an invisible friend, they thought I was nuts But as I got older and lost a little innocence I couldn´t see him anymore, not even if I squint It´s been like thirty something years, I wonder where the fuck he went Sometimes I wonder if he´s pissed that I can´t see him Or if I had more imagination, then that would free him, wait, hold up Yo, I wonder if the anxiety that I get Is him getting back at me for thinking that I don´t give a shit Maybe that isn´t it, maybe he´s got my back and he´s the one that deflects it My mental state he protects it, in a sense
When the bad thoughts come around, he intersects it Maybe it´s both like the devil and the angel Whatever anxiety is, I still don´t get the fucking angle, on God
On God On God On God On God
Roselyn, can you easy up a little bit on your chess settings? You´re kicking my ass here Logic´s three loves are: His family, music, and making film
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