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Dexter Morgan

from Okay, But​.​.​. by Social Anxiety

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Vocals, Lyrics, Synth, Guitar, Drum Programming: Armando Flores Jr. (Social Anxiety)
Additional Synths & Drum Programming: Makai Mota

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Girl, I’m an abscess that landed on your mattress
Watch as I backflip a script to numb the panic
Fade to the blackness, I always bring the tragic
Pain in a status, I always bring the havoc
Cut to the madness, get high off the static
Fuck with a savage with nothing to salvage
Bury your baggage with a habit to bandage
Smoke the solutions, buzz off the acid
Wear these contusions to cause a nuisance
Hang off the noose end from a thick neck
Dive with purpose into the deep end
Life’s too short to not kill bad friends

I hate you all
I hate you all
I hate you all
I’d watch you fall
I hate you all
I hate you all
I hate you all
I’d make you fall

Hate on display so here take a plate
Fill it up to displace things the internet creates
Lay me to waste with baggage to claim
But my girl carries it with a smile on her face
Her and Kai are drops of love in a pit of hate
I can’t control the emptiness life engrains
I can’t control where the bloodstains remain
If it’s all in my head I think I need a new brain
Mark a date to never be saved
Don’t believe in god, he’s a delusion of the sane
Did all the drugs to find my higher brain
Drank ayahuasca till I escaped mind states
If the chick hit you with a can of mace
That means you should get outta her face
Back down boy, there’ll be problems today
If ya don’t cut out that fuckboy shit right away

I shouldn’t have to say half the things I say
But you’re all a bunch of idiots with shit for brains
Water is life, can’t drink oil dummy
Black lives matter, end of story
I’m wasting days at the thought of this pace
Anxiety is willing my haste away
I’m carving my name into the walk of fame
Like I graffitied Ronald Reagan’s grave
My story’s filled with chapters
where I almost hung from rafters
All because the world doesn’t
Like me as a rapper
Now I’m numb to chatter
And little pitter-patters
‘Cause I’ve come to the conclusion
You’re all a bunch of actors
Simply a disaster
putting mind over matter
and now I don’t matter
Cut to the banter

I’m trying to break
Free of these chains
They comes as thoughts
That drive me insane
I’m trying to make
A name for this pain
It comes in waves
To engulf my brain

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from Okay, But​.​.​., released May 6, 2017

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