Shapeless Uproar - Panic

Look at me would you look at me
I’m a mess and I’m really feelings stressed
And nobody really gets it when I text or I tell‘em that my chest
Hurts ‘cause I got pressure, they are perplexed like I really should be blessed
Like you got a lot of skill and the women wanna have sex
Your childhood doesn’t really matter yannick why do you panic about it boy it is past tense
Fuck an accent when I’m rappin I am back and attacking isn’t that it
Isn’t that what you wanna hear I just want a clear answer cuz I can’t gauge it
Do you want soul do you want rage or
Do you want a story that you maybe will be able to relate to
Or do you want a fable a tale something made up to
Erase right after you listen
Man I am pissed, I am manic, insisting on something to give me
Some static to lift up my spirit erratic and wicked, ever since I’ve been tappin the business
Wrapping up raps when I’m gassing on tracks I run laps like an athlete
This isn’t what you thought it was when the Trap was initially banging
Then nick started snapping like thanos
Imagine the vision
I actually hate it
All of the great expectations that are related
To the path that I’ve taken
Be a good student stop acting outrageous
I have to stop pushing myself and just act like I am cuz that shit is crazy
I cannot keep doing this to myself I have to take a step back for a break yes
But I don’t know where to start when I open my arms
And the people that I really wanna be close to depart stay
Focused on art stay focused for god's sake open your heart
Then I get another down
Yeah I get a lot of downs
When I spread a lot of doubt in my mind
So I never wanna fuck around
I just wanna huddle down
Keep it low, underground; yeah I tried
On my knees on the last weekend
Before I had to leave when I was weak and
I didn't wanna go next and then go welk
I didn't wanna connect with my old self
Was about to protest and then, oh well
Had to be a man, so I man up and stand up, my head up my chest out, never let out
What I'm holding in so I guess now
I’m fighting myself
Inside I am well when I tire myself and don't lie to myself
I need exercise for my body and mind, to propel me to Heights and not fail
Keep to myself, in silence I yell, why am I selfish
Met so many positive people, that push me to properly push it
Put the pen to the pad and then reach you
Why can’t I deal with
Emotions don’t know how to cope with the feelings
No practical knowledge, it's back to the drawing board, wrap up rapport, I’m a theorist
I’m lacking experience
And that is exactly the fear if
I do not change my ways and stray away, then I cannot escape my own fate, you can seal it

Written by:
Yannick Rothenbühler

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