Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panic, artist - Lloyd Banks. Date of issue: 03.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Panic |
| Ain’t gotta talk, I can hear it |
| There’s somethin' heavy in your heart, I can feel it |
| If things should ever fall apart, would you rebuild it? |
| Yeah, you were with me from the start, but are you still with? |
| Don’t let it get the best of you, some shit you gotta deal with |
| Learn to stay out the way and focus on the real shit |
| If there was somethin' I should know, would you conceal it? |
| Gotta be with a nigga’s mind, soul and spirit |
| When I appeared to be strugglin', you didn’t check for me |
| So stay the fuck away from a nigga, respectfully |
| Don’t pay attention to nothin' my foes done said to me |
| I’m the reason for holes in their shirt, allegedly |
| Me movin' around in fear, somethin' you’ll never see |
| You thinkin', «Make a few dollars,» I’m thinkin' legacy |
| I got a special hatred for losers, especially |
| Mention me with the greatest to ever mix up a recipe |
| Always low, seekin' attention, don’t mean they’ll get it from us |
| Criticize us, similar to pot callin' the kettle colors |
| Don’t trust a soul still, pardon my heavy metal covers |
| Take us out the ghetto, yet still can’t take the ghetto from us |
| You set your sights on a victory, but ain’t workin' for it |
| Hurts when they ignore it, no sympathy for the reprimanded |
| A dusty nigga’ll dust you off on the right day |
| Even the ones don’t want smoke end up gettin' it second-handed |
| Granted (Yeah) |
| When shit get real, that’s when you panic |
| When I first met you, you was damaged (Oh, no) |
| Don’t understand me, you can’t stand it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| What’s next? |
| Can’t let the pride come and kill our vibe (No, no) |
| Though sometimes (Oh) |
| And some days (Oh) |
| It’s alright (Uh) |
| Because my energy second, you underestimate me |
| Now I’m lookin' forward to torture, terrible, tappin' in |
| They’re waitin' on me, know I’ve been under pressure lately |
| Gotta love resistance, prepare for whenever that begins |
| Can’t help but think that your accusations are calculated |
| Graduated from messy livin', still get the headaches from it |
| Don’t be misled by a lifestyle when it’s fabricated |
| The actual number’s way off from the ones that say they done it |
| Still lies a real human being underneath the talent |
| It’s a damn shame when your voice of reason that speaks the violence |
| Girl, you can do anything, they make it a challenge |
| Stay the fuck up off the net, in real life, you’re in need of balance |
| Plan a shopping spree for fun, pack it all for a week in Paris |
| Send a postcard to the few hatin' hard, repeat the malice |
| Ain’t no competition, ran shit so long my feet get calloused |
| Life is full of ups and downs, gotta fall 'fore you reach the status |
| Granted (Yeah) |
| When shit get real, that’s when you panic |
| When I first met you, you was damaged (Oh, no) |
| Don’t understand me, you can’t stand it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| What’s next? |
| Can’t let the pride come and kill our vibe (No, no) |
| Though sometimes (Oh) |
| And some days (Oh) |
| It’s alright (Uh) |
| Seein' my past when I’m scrollin', it spooks me every time |
| Left cities with dead bodies, walked away from a cemetary |
| Steppin' on broke hearts, burglary case and every crime |
| Promise you’ll see the sunshine, southside to the Serengeti |
| Don’t kill your image, the wrong intention is deadly |
| And besides, there’s enough ass-shakin' out here already |
| The eyes are the windows to souls, just hold it steady |
| If you lie, I’ll only make up one better, you know I’m petty |
| Evil’ll look you right in your face, God if you lock eyes |
| Misery is a long ride, that carbon monoxide |
| Protect your valuables, niggas starvin' on our side |
| Innocence takin' every day, listen, you hear the park cry |
| Look, I’d be lyin' to say it’s what I’ve anticipated |
| Insulated, in this cold world, goal’s to be situated |
| All of the faces you’re used to, hard to forget your favorite |
| Either way, I’ve made it, salute to those that participated |
| Granted (Yeah) |
| When shit get real, that’s when you panic |
| When I first met you, you was damaged (Oh, no) |
| Don’t understand me, you can’t stand it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| What’s next? |
| Can’t let the pride come and kill our vibe (No, no) |
| Though sometimes (Oh) |
| And some days (Oh) |
| It’s alright |