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Anxiety
BMike Lyrics


Every single day it breaks me to pieces
I've tasted defeat of defeat of my demons
I'm such a fucking waste of achievement
I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it
'Cause Lord I know I ain't been no saint
But tell me what I did to deserve this pain
Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt
When all I ever did was put everybody first
(And how does that make you feel?)
These days I just don't feel shit
I don't feel a thing at all
I don't feel like I exist
That's why I need my fix
So I can just feel something
How do you describe the word empty
Try to describe the word nothing
Wait, fuck that
Use my name as a definition
Write it on my forehead
Defective out of commission
I'm sick of it, losing my self
I'm sick of it
Take my fingerprints
You'll see that I did all of the percentages
I've given it my all
I've given it my all and so much more
But everybody still walking out that door
I've given it my all
It's getting to the point where it's sad as fuck
I've given it my all but it's not enough, it's not enough
The sleeping pills don't work
The healing pills don't work
I still feel pain with pain pills
And now those same pills don't work
If I don't get a couple perks
I'm about to go berzerk
I swear to god nobody can fix this shit
Not even the church
Now tell me what good would a pastor do
Except be mad at you
And tell you that you sinned a bunch of times
But I've forgiven you
You know they won't admit it
And god himself is forbidden
But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed
(And how does that make you feel?)
Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel
I'm gonna fucking lose my mind
Step aside I need the pills
Step aside I need the Xanays
Step aside I need the Vicodin
And I'll be on my way
So I can just get back to my life again
You do not give a shit
Stop pretending, stop lying
'Cause to you I'm just a check, bitch
Just a dollar sign
Another vaycay with the kids
Oh hubby couldn't be prouder
All you had to do was ask me how I feel for an hour
See that's the problem with pretentious technicalities
You preach insanity
And then expect my weekly salary
So tell me whose the crazy person now bitch
And yet you think your qualified to treat me
I've given it my all
I've given it my all and so much more
But everybody still walking out that door
I've given it my all
It's getting to the point where it's sad as fuck
I've given it my all but it's not enough, it's not enough
Man I came up a young way
Just a young jersey nigga
Pullin' in my timber
Afraid I might pull this trigger
It's fucking anxiety
Fucking anxiety
My demons are calling and sayin' they want whatever's inside of me
I'ma give it to 'em
I'ma give them all of it
Used to be a small operetta
Now it's the opposite
Anxiety
All big-time anxiety
I feel it's runnin' through my veins
I'm afraid I might get the blade
And make a slit and let the blood spill out
Anxiety
All big-time anxiety
Anxiety

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BMIKEMUSIC

YO WTF! I did not expect this at all...90k views in 2 days! Thank you so much! Let's spread the movement and keep sharing it EVERYWHERE!! Make sure to follow me on Instagram @itsbmike... HERE ARE THE LYRICS FOR EVERYONE ASKING...
(Verse 1)
Every single day it breaks me to pieces
I tasted defeat at the feet of my demons
I’m such a fucking waste of achievement
I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it
Cause Lord I know I aint been no saint
But tell me what I did to deserve this pain
Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt
When all I ever did was put everybody first

And how does that make you feel?

These days I Just don’t feel shit
I don’t feel a thing at all, I don’t feel like I exist
Thats why I need my fix, so I can just feel something
How do you describe the word empty?
Try describe the word nothing
Wait, fuck that use my face as the definition
Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission
I’m sick of it, losing myself I’m sick of it
Check my fingerprints, you’ll see how little the percentage is

(Chorus)
I’ve given it my all
I’ve given it my all and so much more
But everybody’s still walking out that door
I’ve given it my all
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck
I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough...
It’s not enough

(Verse 2)
The sleeping pills don’t work, the healing pills don’t work
I still feel pain with the pain pills now those same pills don’t work
If I don’t get a couple percs im bout to go berserk
I swear to god nobody can fix this shit not even the church
now tell me what good would a pastor do? Except be mad at you
Then tell you that “you’ve sinned a bunch of times but I’ve forgiven you”
You know they won’t admit it and god himself has forbid it but it’s probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed

And how does that mak-

Ask me one more fucking time how the fuck I feel
Imma fucking lose my mind, step aside I need the pills
Step aside I need the xannies
Step aside I need the vicodin
And I’ll be on my way so I can just get back my life again
You do not give a shit...stop pretending stop lying
Cause to you I’m just a check, bitch just a dollar sign...
Another vacay with the kids, hubby couldn’t be prouder...
And all you had to was ask me how I feel for an hour
See that’s the problem with pretentious technicalities
Your preach insanity and then expect my weekly salary?
So tell me who’s the crazy person now bitch...
And yet you think you’re qualified to treat me? Shit

(Chorus)
I’ve given it my all
I’ve given it my all and so much more
But everybody’s still walking out that door
I’ve given it my all
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck
I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough...
It’s not enough

Outro

Man I came up a long way
Just a young Jozi nigga
Bullet at my temple
Afraid I might pull this trigger

This fucking anxiety
Fucking anxiety
My demons are calling and saying that they want whatever's inside of me...

Imma give it to em, (Hell yeah) Imma give em’ all of it
Use to be a smooth operator...
Now it's the opposite

Anxiety...
Oh big time
Anxiety yeah
I feel it swimming thru my veins, I’m afraid I might get the blade, make a slit and let the blood spill out
Anxiety...
Oh big time
Anxiety



Bertiebeetle Art

@bmike Your song has got me through tough times with my anxiety.
Keep writing pls.
This song allows me to get out my frustration and anger about therapy just not working.
Ultimately healing comes from looking inward.
Im trying. Thats all I got right now.
Your music helps ❣
Ps.i have poetry about my struggles.
Id love some of them to be used as lyrics one day.
Youre the artist if youre interested.



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BMIKEMUSIC

YO WTF! I did not expect this at all...90k views in 2 days! Thank you so much! Let's spread the movement and keep sharing it EVERYWHERE!! Make sure to follow me on Instagram @itsbmike... HERE ARE THE LYRICS FOR EVERYONE ASKING...
(Verse 1)
Every single day it breaks me to pieces
I tasted defeat at the feet of my demons
I’m such a fucking waste of achievement
I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it
Cause Lord I know I aint been no saint
But tell me what I did to deserve this pain
Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt
When all I ever did was put everybody first

And how does that make you feel?

These days I Just don’t feel shit
I don’t feel a thing at all, I don’t feel like I exist
Thats why I need my fix, so I can just feel something
How do you describe the word empty?
Try describe the word nothing
Wait, fuck that use my face as the definition
Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission
I’m sick of it, losing myself I’m sick of it
Check my fingerprints, you’ll see how little the percentage is

(Chorus)
I’ve given it my all
I’ve given it my all and so much more
But everybody’s still walking out that door
I’ve given it my all
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck
I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough...
It’s not enough

(Verse 2)
The sleeping pills don’t work, the healing pills don’t work
I still feel pain with the pain pills now those same pills don’t work
If I don’t get a couple percs im bout to go berserk
I swear to god nobody can fix this shit not even the church
now tell me what good would a pastor do? Except be mad at you
Then tell you that “you’ve sinned a bunch of times but I’ve forgiven you”
You know they won’t admit it and god himself has forbid it but it’s probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed

And how does that mak-

Ask me one more fucking time how the fuck I feel
Imma fucking lose my mind, step aside I need the pills
Step aside I need the xannies
Step aside I need the vicodin
And I’ll be on my way so I can just get back my life again
You do not give a shit...stop pretending stop lying
Cause to you I’m just a check, bitch just a dollar sign...
Another vacay with the kids, hubby couldn’t be prouder...
And all you had to was ask me how I feel for an hour
See that’s the problem with pretentious technicalities
Your preach insanity and then expect my weekly salary?
So tell me who’s the crazy person now bitch...
And yet you think you’re qualified to treat me? Shit

(Chorus)
I’ve given it my all
I’ve given it my all and so much more
But everybody’s still walking out that door
I’ve given it my all
It’s getting to the point where it’s sad as fuck
I’ve given it my all but it’s not enough...
It’s not enough

Outro

Man I came up a long way
Just a young Jozi nigga
Bullet at my temple
Afraid I might pull this trigger

This fucking anxiety
Fucking anxiety
My demons are calling and saying that they want whatever's inside of me...

Imma give it to em, (Hell yeah) Imma give em’ all of it
Use to be a smooth operator...
Now it's the opposite

Anxiety...
Oh big time
Anxiety yeah
I feel it swimming thru my veins, I’m afraid I might get the blade, make a slit and let the blood spill out
Anxiety...
Oh big time
Anxiety

Surely

Wow this hits

reid lilleston

O lol ih

Mary Jane Bumbalough

Thanks for bringing much needed attention to this disease. It has almost done in my son. He doing much better! I pray everyone else with this disease gets the help they need!

Mike Carmon

Wtf u mean bro. Your literally describing my life the last 2 years

Joanna Winsett

After loosing my son 3 years ago, I never felt anxiety fill my body, enough to make you want to he numb. . And how life makes us humble.

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Maureen Njoki

We are NOT addicted to drugs....We are addicted to the NEED to escape reality

Juggalo Violent

That is very true you have the Demons in your head and the path of this world. We just can’t deal with it the best it’s either give up or find something to make you push on no matter what that is for you everyone in the world Is the same about that we all have a sort of escape.

- Freqsheux -

Well..our brains are addicted to the drug though. Lol. That may be the reason some begin the road to addiction. But the need to escape reality doesn't cause the mind ripping hell that is withdrawal.

Psycho Delic

My demons play with me regardless sober high so if I'm gonna be alive I'm gonna be fucked up its the deal I made with myself

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