Xanax

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//verse 1 Conceptz\\
I take that Xanax but I still stress out and have anxiety. Popping pills all day's the only way to keep my high esteem.
Am if I'm safe mentally? Struggle with my identity. Try to keep my sanity. Xanax is now the remedy.
I've taken it way to far with this pill though. I tried to stop, now tears stained up my pillow. How long will this last? Only God will know.
Now I'm faced with a choice. Is it gun or bottle? I'm stacking up cans of liquor. I'm at the bottom. Memories of my family but I've forgot em.
Now I sit here in the corner of my apartment. Wondering how I got here. Wondering how this all started.
When I think of them, I'm bombarded by those departed. I keep my heart guarded. And when they pop up, I disregard them.
But I can't stop until I have a finished bottle. But my life feels like an unfinished novel.
Lord Xanax. The sovereign leader. A squadron. Pointing guns at my thoughts and I'm gonna drop cuz I'm heartless.
There is no hope for this kid. I need to give in. I need to end it right here. No point of livin'
I have a lot of money but money's not gonna fix this. I'm vicious and I'm religious but God isn't gonna fix shit.
I burned my money and my savings in the fire last week. My girlfriend left but she left me with a reddened slapped cheek.
Now it's past three A.M. and I'm just tryna lack sleep. I ain't eat nothing for days and I ain't even fasting.
I got a stack of Xanax bottles piled in my basement. I can't face it. I'm a victim of enslavement.
//Verse 2 Mommy_Milkers\\
Xanax is the only medication im slowly ruining my reputation slowly losing dedication
Tryna make it through but i ain't gonna lie i aint gotta clue im just tryna make it through
Man I'm addicted to the drug i got my own plugs i guess you could say im committed
My whole life is twisted i wish i was gifted god i could use a lift i just need to be focused
But everyone is so pissed my life is at its darkest im sorry i cant keep what i promised
I'm the wheat getting harvested all me the quiet kid just because we opposite
Ain't gonna lie it dont make a difference
Let it go like its on my fingertips and no one gives two shits
Empty out my pockets constantly hitting targets

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