Pour one out for my main man Mikey
Then take a sip for the life inside me
Kept calm when mom tried to chide me
She thought she saw the devil inside me
Nah ma, that’s social anxiety
A rebellion against your propriety
Tattoos on my skin, ink runnin’ through me
I write a lot of poems, smoke a lot of trees
Then I drink some Walker and rap to beats
So high on the mic no one can reach me
Who’s that guy on the mic? A cruel fucker
But his beats are tight, rhymes hot as summer
Social Anxiety, you can call me Mando
Just like dad, with a flow like the Congo
And a libido that rivals the best of the Mongols
Better solo, don’t need a fuckin’ ensemble

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Fuck yeah, I do damage
Fuck yeah, my brain is ravaged
Fuck yeah, I’m the whole package
If UPS dropped it in transit

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Up all night ‘till the break of dawn
Give me a girl or give me a song
Up all night, no reason why
Might be high or might be dry
Up all night ‘till the break of dawn
Another idea, another song
Up all night, every reason why
Not that high, swear I’m not that high

I'll be a rockstar like you’ve never seen
Kanye on acid with better beats
I bring the beef like Burger King
Till PETA decides to boycott me
An atomic bomb to the music scene
But I’ll resurrect it like some Jesus feat
Writing songs to bring crowds to their feet
While my haters swiftly get on their knees
So thanks to those who fuck with me
My hypomania gets some solid traffic
Finally landing a solid demographic
Weirdos who like it when I rap shit
Cuz everything I spit is fuckin’ honest
And even though it pops, it’s far from flawless
And even though I’m off, I’m fuckin’ on it
Social Anxiety, part-time prophet

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They call me pop, so my shit must pop
They call me rock, so my shit must rock
If you couldn’t tell, I pulled out all the stops
To show you why I should be on top
Doesn’t matter what you did or what you’ve been
All that matters is where you are in the end
Could’ve been a dope rapper or a good human
But I’m doing both to make a statement
I get high and eat farmers market finds
Not rapping for cash, rapping as vice
This is more than music, it’s a way of life
Social Anxiety taught me how to survive
Dealt a short straw in a family of 5
Of people who never thought I’d make it out alive
But prayed to god that I would find the light
God may be dead but Armando thrives

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