Physical symptoms, my body was shaking, my body was burning its bridges
Randomly flipping its switches, praying, but I'm not religious
Bear or a bird, the decision
Therapy taught me to listen
Fight or to fly was the symptoms
Breathe in the air, reposition
Know I'ma see all these people, know that my mind staying feeble
Stomach on top of a steeple, feeling like this feeling lethal
But it's all in my mind
That's what the doctors say, and that's why they medicate me
I still gon' percolate through all the pain
Knew it was problematic, curing the static by smoking like acrobatic
Routine was automatic, overflow glass push me into that manic state
And my plate is full, so you know ima stress like a raging bull
And I try to impress but my dome is dull
And I'm constantly worried I'm on patrol
Tryna find my role, tryna take control
Avoiding a high unless we talking goals
Devoid of a cry, I can't console
Destroying my life with every toke, lies, can't control,
All in my mind
Feel like I'm trapped in my mind, my anxiety slowly make me fall behind
I'm in a war with myself on the daily, in quicksand, cause I overthink all the time
But I ain't no preacher, ain't got no solution, that's just the blind leading the blind
I put my woes in this weed and my soul in this music, in hopes that it keep me from crying
Keep me from trying, I ain't gon' go there, just read 'tween the lines
I got a pretty good poker face, but if you look close enough you can see the disguise
They sit and talk 'bout the future and life in their 40s, but they never notice me quiet
I walk around with this weight on my shoulders, this shit follow me in my dreams and I'm tired
DND, my phone on silent now
Self-isolation the way that I cope but this shit come in waves so I ride it out
And hope nobody ever find it out
A whole different feeling when you go to sleep and you still wake up tired, can't fight it off
Put my mask on and move on like shit never happened, I guess I'm preaching to the choir now
I need a healthier way to come cope with this pain, if I don't it'll set me off
I got a habit of always landing on my feet every time that it swept me off
I ain't been feeling this ride for a minute, but it never slow down to let me off
I need to put in the time to figure out my mind and the ways that it stress me out
But that ain't gon' help me out anyway, anyway, anyway