Panic attack - Intellectual

[Chorus: 1080p dreams]

I still feel your blade from getting stabbed in the back

Every day sets the stage for a panic attack

I wake up in the morning, don't know how to react

So my mind slowly builds to a panic attack

It just hit me one time

Collapsing to the floor and it isn't even lunchtime

I woke up this morning, didn't know how to react

My whole life's like a never-ending panic attack

Like a never-ending panic attack

No more serenity, I'll never end up getting it back

[Verse 1: 1080p dreams]

Banging my head against the wall

I just don't wanna feel anything at all

I'm getting ready for the fall

Spiking my own drinks with the methyl alcohol, yeah

Always burdened by my actions

Can't stop dwelling on all my past awkward social interactions

Convince myself they never happened

Memories I try to just pretend that I imagined

This throbbing vein in my temple is making me tremble

It's painful and stressful

I'm up late trying to wrestle with voices

My shoulders have an angel and devil

He's so good at persuasion

But my angel's trying to save me from this hyperventilation

She gave me a paper bag for respiration

He handed me a plastic one that I could suffocate in

[Verse 2: steadysuffer]

Yeah, you told me I was nothing like they said

You told me I was better off dead

Now, now I gotta pull up to the function all red

Pull the trigger, now I'm dead

(yeah-ah)

She don't wanna talk no more

Pedal to the metal and the suicide doors

Got a coper on my ass so I kick it in sport

No breaks, just gas 'cause life is short

I'm sippin' lean all-day

And my sprite bottle lookin' like a goddamn grape

Get the fuck up out my way

Don't tell me we're the same

I'm in another state with my shawty on facetime

Yeah, I ain't been on a date in a long time

If I fuck up, I'll accuse her

You must think I'm a loser

If I can't keep a conversation

I'm sorry

[Verse 3: Violeteyez]

Where are you? And I'm so sorry

I was too depressed to go to your grad party

And now I watch your new boyfriend

Pick you up on the back of his brand-new Harley

Well, Barbie girl, do you miss me?

He's got a chopper and I got a 6 speed

So what is it this week? Who are you kissing?

Am I insane, or could this time be different?

And I know you'll cover it up like you do

You left your morals with your clothes in my bedroom

And I promise that I didn't take all this

Lightly, though you tried to slip it by me

I just need some time, so sit tight, please

Emotions give me anxiety