Optimus Rhyme - Anxiety Lyrics
I feel that I’m fairly wellI feel that I’m fairly well adjusted mostlyBut I hate it when these people stand closelyMost folks just love hittin’ partiesBust through the door, run and hug everybodyNot me; I kinda creep in slowlyScan the room for people that know meAnd if it’s none then holy crapSomebody gotta hold me backAnd if the keg is tapped then I’m on itI mean on and on and on on itAnd if you paid a little more to get the good pourThen you know Wheelie be on itBut I don’t want to be the one that’s stuckHead in the toilet, throwin’ upI wander back home then I wonder whatThat I did to get my head hit and thumpedNow listen I can’t relateAnd you better stand back three feet awayBecause my head gets red and I start to shakeAnd it’s clear that I got a problem, OK? cause(Iiiii) I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freakHuman anxiety, A-A-A-Anxiety(Iiiii) I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freakHuman anxiety, A-A-A-AnxietyAnd if I gotta speak up, then I start to sweatIn a room full of people that I’ve never metYou know I’d rather be home stuck in the apartmentCause my shirt’s now soaked through, soppin’ wetAnd oh God, here we go, not againMy heart starts beatin' faster and thenI can’t breath I'm all filled with phlegmI can’t see cause I got tunnel vision, on crackIt’s a panic attack, somebody grab me the paper sackI knew it’d be bad when the room was packedAnd now I feel myself faintin’, fallin’ back, I mean STATI think I need some medicationCause I’m always in these bad situationsAnd I swear that I’ll be a good patientI hate it when I gotta be sedated and complacentFace it, I could use some therapyCause I always feel these people gotta stare at meTweakin’ like I’m on methamphetaminesThis is why everybody’s always ahead of me(Iiiii) I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freakHuman anxiety, A-A-A-Anxiety(Iiiii) I am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freakHuman anxiety, A-A-A-AnxietyBring the Jackson 5 backBring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em backBring the Jackson 5 backBring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em back, StumblebeeBring the Jackson 5 backBring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em back, PowerthighsBring the Jackson 5 backBring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em back, everybodyBring the Jackson 5 backBring the Jackson 5 right back, bring ‘em back!Now my head isn’t really that bad, is it?My therapist told me that last visitI have considered benefits of better livin’But I’m givin’ up on it, I need a hand, get it?Got it? Good tell me what I shouldDo to try to repair what is wrong under my hoodShould I pay some white-suited dudeTo look into the circuits of my mind?But I need much more than a mechanic, thoughI feel weird bot, yo I can’t stand it, soI get stressed out, bout to hit panic modeNeed help, better hand me the antidote becauseI am an R-O-B-O-T-I-C M-I-C freak
