StephenDoesDrugs, Al-D - AndTheDeathOf lyrics

Im not a slave anymore! Im kicking the doors!
No longer depending on bottles of Coors
Models and models and models of
All of these whores!
Im breaking the doors! And
Taking the whores! Im
Lighting the torch! And scorching the floors!

Anxiety's got the best of me!
Anxiety's gettin the best of me
Anxiety's got the best of me!
Anxiety's gettin the best of me
Anxiety's got the best of me!
Anxietys' gettin the best of me

Yo, let me bring it back right now
Tell these mother-fucking kids that im all
Cashed out, bring the cash cow throw
The fucking milk to a plow
Play my album at the venue
Till it's all burnt down
Stroll around town nervous break down
Embers from the bodies stained in
My fucking eyes now
Ask these fucking kids whos high now!
Tell these fucking kids whos high now

Tripping double vision
Get a difference in an instant
Like the crowd just turned to family
And a fires in the kitchen!
One more time for the audience to listen
Follow and jump because EVERYONES BITCHIN!

Anxiety's got the best of me!
Anxiety's gettin the best of me
Anxiety's got the best of me!
Anxiety's gettin the best of me
Anxiety's got the best of me!
Anxietys' gettin the best of me

Im a blind-eyed fish swimming in the ocean
Drink a potion floatin
Tell these sharks that im floatin
Scapegoatin convulsion
Propulsion

(Jump jump jump jump)

Im awake now! Fuck the cash cow!
Learned math now!
It goes nine of you fucks, are
Really my enemies, normal identities
All falls down ANXIETY'S GOT THE BEST OF ME!
Ten times a day
Still leaves a match between me and my day
Its ok it's ok nEVER OK!
Always on the floor with my hands on my
Legs and my eyes on the sink
Too scared to look up, look up see
My face, too scared to think tough
Too scared to move at a
Pace that im not racing oh fuck its a race!

(Jump jump jump jump)

But if we give up, maybe we'll
Win, no outcome to income, let me begin
Anxiety's gettin the best of me
No longer letting it take all the rest of me
This is the recipe mescaline
Goddamnit you know we love mescaline!
When we got no where to turn
Feelin fifteen, dissecting a sheep
Allergic to bleach no where to run
Fuck the outcome, fuck whos lookin
Wait who the fucks lookin?
Bookin my stay, to where i shouldn't
Be stuck here in Brooklyn with
Dudes who take bullets, and hide
It in hooded outfit's to prove
Whos lobster to pudding, but get cooked!

(Who the fuck do you wanna be? Where
The fuck do you wanna go?)
(Give in, i control you now)