| It’s happenin' again, it’s happenin' again
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| But you can’t tell nobody, they gon' think you crazy
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| It’s happenin' again, it’s happenin' again
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| Just let it pass, boy, you’ll be good, baby
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| Wakin' up’s a struggle, I used to want to hustle
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| I used to want the whole world to know that I existed, now I cuddle
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| In the bed with myself, hopin' the phone don’t ring
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| Hopin' a text don’t come through or email don’t bling
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| I feel funny, shouldn’t I be happy? |
| I get money
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| Instead, I put on all new clothes and feel crummy
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| But I’m showin' up for work like I’m a-okay
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| Anxiety? |
| Who, me? |
| No way, José
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| I hide behind a smile while my mind is runnin' wild
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| Nervous for no reason, heart beatin' like a mile a minute
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| Where’s the nearest bathroom? |
| I’m in it
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| Splash some water on my face, wipe it dry, let’s get it
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| That’s my life in a nutshell, feel like I’m goin' nuts, well
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| Let’s keep it on the low, can’t let 'em know that you ain’t upscale
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| I shouldn’t even carry real ID
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| Forgot what it feels like to really feel like me
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| Okay, oh no, first I can’t catch a breath
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| Feel the moisture as I begin to sweat (Damn)
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| I start feelin' dizzy like my balance left (Whoa)
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| And now my heart’s beatin' like it’s out my chest (No)
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| It’s happenin' again, it’s happenin' again
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| But you can’t tell nobody, they gon' think you crazy
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| It’s happenin' again, it’s happenin' again
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| Just let it pass, boy, you’ll be good, baby
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| Sometimes I hear a song and wanna cry
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| It brings me to before I was this guy and puts water in my eyes
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| I keep my faith strong, if there’s a Lord up in the sky
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| I pray that I feel happy one more time before I die
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| I get glimpses, then it’s gone in an instance
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| Joy’s in front of me and then it’s off in the distance
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| No one in my phone book I could call for assistance
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| 'Cause they won’t understand what I be goin' through, what is this?
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| Why won’t it go away? |
| Never thought I would know a day
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| That the ship captain started actin' like a stowaway
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout a meetin' tomorrow with sweaty palms, now
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| Like, if I catch a panic attack, how can I calm down?
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| Nervous that I might feel nervous, what a vicious cycle
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| I see myself fadin' away without the Vitiligo
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| I hit the gym and try to get off some steam
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| But I get anxiety just tryna pick a machine
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| Some pictures make me smile 'cause my figure is lean
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| And then the very next thought is «I can’t get in them jeans»
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| Wish that I could go to sleep, wake up and life is sweet
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| But truth is, I fight this beast in the middle of dreams
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| Okay, oh no, first I can’t catch a breath
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| Feel the moisture as I begin to sweat (Damn)
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| I start feelin' dizzy like my balance left (Whoa)
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| And now my heart’s beatin' like it’s out my chest (No)
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| It’s happenin' again, it’s happenin' again
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| But you can’t tell nobody, they gon' think you crazy
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| It’s happenin' again, it’s happenin' again
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| Just let it pass, boy, you’ll be good, baby |