Текст песни Anxiety - Wretch 32 , KayyKayy

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Jah-ya, let me lock in

Cold streets got me anxious
Got the heat for anxiety
All this beef's kinda cancerous
Made it part of my dietary
No sleep, no anxiety
No sleep, no anxiety
All this beef's kinda cancerous
Made it part of my dietary

Didn't wanna go this far, still, I ended up here

Now I got opps, got no option, I'm livin' prepared
Mum thinks that I got anxiety and that I move weird

No safety, I'ma be safe, I ain't gotta be scared

Can't let my sis know what bro done
'Cause she won't let me bring him inside
Can't let my mum know what I done
'Cause she probably wanna see me inside
I'ma wear the plain one, not the striped one
'Cah I might wanna wear it next time
Last time, all I heard was swoosh
Then I got blood on my Nikes
I don't even know who's winnin'

I just know I'm fine

I don't even know who's winnin'
'Cause I ain't got time
Anytime manaman's at-

I just wanna get stripes
Leave man in the gutter or alley
Just 'cause he never bowed him right
How the hell you gonna catch man lackin'?

About three times
Must be tryna go for a hat trick
Now he got his hat online
Now he got his chain online
Got the same drip as mine
Now they gotta call me 2 Chainz
I'ma wear 'em side by side

Most Wanted sinner

Trident had me in the station
Sayin' we got heard that an opp turned singer

I wish I could splash like Ramz
I'll do it in minutes, but bro does it quicker
I was in the cut, me, Blicky and Jigga
Name one guy in your team who's realer
My bro phoned me all stressed
I laughed like, "I can never be that"
Anyting grrt, get brrt and bill up
Slide 'round there, see somethin' get hit up

I keep myself to myself
'Cah phonin's chatty and she's too inner
The hood's been baking hot
I still gotta dash from cops when the line's gettin' thinner

How much times can I pick up?
How much times can I bill up?
How much times can I toke on the cro?
Make the O's in the ozone bigger
I left my - on the wing
That's my winger
Been with me since ching chang chong
Yeah, that's my chinger

Still gotta come through spleeg 'em, damn
If it's wrong things, he's screamin'

My bro's gettin' watched by a gyal
And he still gets cash and makes it home by the evening
I was in the car, just schemin'
Jump out, hood came off when I beat it
Jump back in the ride, now I'm tweakin'
Thinkin', "Yo, did the cameras see this?"
Few weeks later

I'm on the M-way speedin'
I'm in a whip that's clean
Gettin' followed by CIDs for no reason

My broski just cut a case
And he ain't hit me up and I heard he's speakin'
The life I live ain't intriguin'
This real rap, no cap, just believe it

This real rap, no cap, just believe it
Bro's in the trap, no sleep
And it's freezin'

Cold streets got me anxious
Got the heat for anxiety
All this beef's kinda cancerous
Made it part of my dietary
No sleep, no anxiety
No sleep, no anxiety
All this beef's kinda cancerous
Made it part of my dietary

Yo, my bro
Ayy, I'm not gonna lie
I had a madness with the feds
And I had to get rid of the pack, you know?
I had to dash it, bro
Fam, who you talkin' to, bruv?
I got all of that work in the opp house, are you dumb?
Bro, you ain't gettin' no bread from me, you dumb
Fam, man's at my gaff, bro, come chat to man, bro
Bro, get here now innit, say less, bro