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

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Bumpin’ new shit in the whip with a dope chick
She got a kid so the hustle in her don’t quit
I ain’t rich, I ain’t shit but let’s see what this gets
So the clock will continue to tick, tick, tick, tick
Green tea fix cuz the drinks and the drugs don’t mix
Learned this from a slipped disc in a crash that stole bliss
The best coast stole a ghost from the parasite’s host, shit
At most I will boast about the cost of this trope for a dope hit
You know I’m on ropes for a drug that I won’t kick
Toke on a smoke for a high that I can’t quit
Invoke all the jokes ‘cause this part has no kick
Implode all the modes ‘cause this deal’s got no vig
Go for throats with the knife you used to slit wrists
Go for gold if silver’s a sliver of what life gives
When you see every bad bitch earned good dick
You won’t quit ‘cause if life’s a trip, it’ll be done quick

You don’t have a career, you’re an indentured servant
And a social security check is the lube they’re using
So that makes you a sex slave to capitalism’s delusion
That you can have it all without ever truly abusing it
All mind over matter ever got me was rampant disaster
These fucks should cut the laughter before I cut out their bladders
Fat pigs in suit and ties to hide the wolf in their chatter
Chasing sheeple off a cliff cuz they easily scatter
All these cats trying to be the next Aesop when they're more A$AP
So I put a bomb in the backpack rap and now I'm more boom than bap
My girlfriend is waiting on the track that puts me on the map
So I'm attacking this rap like I'm on a felony path
I’ve desired to walk the path of an artist wearing a mask
But these metaphors still lead you to the truth too fast
They say I’m as empty as the flask hidden in my desk
Well, that explains some of the voices in my head
That keep leading me to dizziness and shortness of breath
You’re only ever as alive as the energy put into your death
So somehow I’m still buckled into a bumpy ride
On a bridge deciding between accidental death or suicide
‘Cause everyone always assumes that they’re good to drive
I’ve learned enough to know everything’s meant to collide
I’ve lived long enough to see all birds aren’t meant to fly
So I try to forget about these useless wings by chasing different highs

Studied the thoughts that led me to oblivion
Cherished the rot that led to indifference
Perished on top of a mountain of ignorance
All in order to make money off of deliverance
I’d pay for peace of mind but it’s so hard to find
All the love inside just helps my anxiety rise
I’d pay for more time if I was sure I’d be fine
But there’s a few things I saw on the other side
I’ve been waiting all my life to feel this alive
It’s offset by the perfect amount of feeling dead inside
I’ve been waiting a long time to experience this high
Just didn’t expect for it to be so nearby
Realized I’m more villainous than indifferent
‘Cause my body count just hit double digits
Realized I’m more Ian Curtis than Sid Vicious
If love tears me apart then I say good riddance

Graduated past human form into a prism
That lives like a Dali locked away in a prison
I’m not rapping to beats I’m rapping to beat sleep
I’m rapping to beat these cheats that herd us like sheep
I’m vilifying all these fucking presidential decrees
‘Till you correlate Social Anxiety with obscenity
I’ve got the biggest mouth in the room and the sharpest knife too
So I’m always ready to talk shit and castrate ego’s in bloom
If I go to bed empty now it’s all on me
‘cause she fills me up with all I need constantly
But there’s a voice in my head nagging at me
Sayin’ I don’t deserve to make realities of my dreams
I’m so fucked up now it’s getting hard to sleep
‘cause she’s everything I need and don’t want her to leave
I’m so fucked up now it’s getting hard to breathe
‘cause I keep confusing primal needs for bad dreams
If I can get through this phase then I’ll be fine
That’s when the darker parts of me like to collide
‘cause when she’s in my view all these voices subside
There’s an elegant truth in pretending you’re alright

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

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