Anxious Addict by Sludgefundband from Long Island Ny

Anxious Addict
By Sludge Fund

The anxious addict trapped in the attic
The anxious addict trapped in the attic

(verse 1)
Fuck you ego
Where we go
Is fetal
The little peephole
You see through
Is lethal

People Called me "creepo"
Sleep holds and 
Free throws
We pull all the cheap hos
with burritos and Fritos

the School we steal is old
so who brought the Cheat codes
Three slaves sold
wont do what we's told

try to make us cold
wanna make us cold
cant make us cold
cuz we too bold to fold yo

(instrument break)

(prechorus)

Feelin bored in this office then I do gymnastics

So get in your car and drive out to Mastic

(DROP)
Corys building a bomb and vins got the schematics

(CHORUS)
If you got the bowl then pack puff and pass it

Everywhere we go mother fuckers reek havoc

My momma used to tell me that I was asmatic

Dropped all that bullshit so I feel fantastic

Always was connected to comedic and tragic

why keep wastin my time with this Counting bolts and brackets 

It's habit 
My malpractice 
Is bat shit
They repo-ed my baggage 
For meat, coals and cabbage

na na na na, na na na na na na, na na na na na na

Come on MAN

na na na na, na na na na na na, na na na na na na

The anxious addict trapped in the attic
a bunch of Has beens with
Sludge Battle Tactics
Judging our life while yours remains plastic
Judging our life while yours remains plastic

The anxious addict trapped in the attic
a bunch of Has beens with
Sludge Battle Tactics
Judging our life while yours remains plastic
we got the Jack rabbits
and filled them Cat piss

If you're not a faggot grab a puss and Mack it

Nah I'm just crackin
now let's see the action
The Russian hacked in
Trump is captain
chinas taxes Miscasted
Homie get your facts checked
before the freeze all your Assets 
And life becomes drastic 
still hungry but im fastin like Atkins
god damn it im stressed
my mentals complexed
so i ate my breakfast
then i Bench pressed that last set
Do you think it's made up in my head
That I feel like you give no respect 
Can you tell that Eyes they burn red 
From the born to the bled we kill all that shit dead

But i Feel like I'm yelling too much
Cuz i feel like I'm busting out lust
If its too much, Im sorry, Im lost
Give me a Minute to call my own bluff