Panic Attack

By Original God

On Suspiriorum

Released on August 14, 2020

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[Intro]

Aw sir, just please let me in

Uh, no, you gross green fuck, back of the line

Please

No!

Please

I said no!

Ahhh

Ahhh


[Chorus]

Trump would hate me 'cause my fit all black

And I came across the border just to make a couple racks

Say you hate to be rich 'cause gotta pay the fucking tax

Say I hate to be rich 'cause now these bitches just can't relax

You can catch me in the back having a panic attack

I could cut your head off, wear your skull like my name Marowak

If I'm tryna dip, I know she finna text me, "Where you at?"

Reading manga in the back, send a picture of a cat


[Verse 1]

You call women bitches, but I am a dog

Rings on my shoes, I'm Sonic the Hedgehog

Kneeling before me, wait, I am a God

Tryna get even, but now we at odds

She gives what I am and now I am on top

Gave me a goat just to feed on my crops

Back at the Barnyard, Dalton keep the strap

Back of the club having panic attacks

Now I'm tryna get everyone on the floor right now (Right now)

Run your pockets we making everyone poor right now

Robin Hood they kicking us straight out the door right now

It's a massacre club turned to horror porn right now

I'm a crybaby, I'm a devilman

Bro tryna beat us, but we on another level, man

Can't pull up, I guess we gon' have to reschedule then

Won't get away with shit, you know that we stay metalin'


[Bridge]

We stay

Far away from what tore us down

We pray

Like I said, "Through the cracks I frown"

I'd make, you a devil in a red gown

Awake, hearing your heart my favorite sound


[Chorus]

Trump would hate me 'cause my fit all black

And I came across the border just to make a couple racks

Say you hate to be rich 'cause gotta pay the fucking tax

Say I hate to be rich 'cause now these bitches just can't relax

You can catch me in the back having a panic attack

I could cut your head off, wear your skull like my name Marowak

If I'm tryna dip, I know she finna text me, "Where you at?"

Reading manga in the back, send a picture of a cat


[Verse 2]

Do you want Douma or Kuro? Know she into guro

Counting up yen when she hands me the euros

Take her to Kyoto, we eating on noodles

Up in the temple, I'm feeling too feudal

Fuck that, go back, everybody got a lame past

Lame-ass, I be asking, "Where the change at?"

Framed as something that'll make the same mass

Pray that