Tangotalk

[Intro: William Kai] Roselyn, don’t be talking to me when I’m in the shower S*it’s weird [Verse 1] 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 missing 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 [Chorus] On God On God On God On God [Verse 2] 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 flipping 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 fu*king 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 fu*k 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 s*it 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 fu*king angle, on God [Chorus] On God On God On God On God [Outro: Quentin Thomas