Atmosphere Panic Attack (the P.a.) Lyrics

Panic Attack (the P.a.) Lyrics

Little momma got a little pill to swallow

A little water to follow it down
the tunnel

Gotta lotta walls but the house is hollow

Got a lot of
holes, never found the shovel

Panic attack, so what's the plan of
attack?

You had to be had. You cut in half. You had to react

You
battle with your shadow from front to back

Stack up the stats. Handle the
math, and that'll be that

Hold your head up. I know your fed up

But
don't let it get up to the top of them steps love

Instead of playin' with
the pieces that got messed up

get dressed up, we goin' out to catch the
best buzz

Self-medicated, spirit on elevated

Help take the
self-made self-hate and celebrate it

And I could tell you hated it when
you felt naked

but the poison tastes great, wanna know how the hell they
made it?

And if the dizzy don't kill you, the city will

Simply for
the thrill of wiping up a sticky spill

Little tricky get busy of a fifty
bill

So take the little pill straight to your pretty grill



[Chorus]

Here it comes, there it goes again. Panic attack. [x8]



So what you drinking? So what you popping?

So what you eating?
So what you dropping?

So what you smoking? So what you sniffing?

So
how you coping? So what's the difference?



Contagious, it runs like
the paint does

Sedate the sober and over anxious

The pages of pain
that make the songs on the playlist

The renegade rain that jumped just to
flood the bassment

Look honey everbody needs a help-up buddy

No
body's drug-free, the streets would be hella bloody

Do you call yourself
a patient of a junky?

The only thing that separates is who takes your
money

All smile like we're gonna go buck wild

Order up a shot,
prescription filled up now

Pop another (what?) distracted by the rush
while

we fight all night about what to name the love child

I'm on
that go nuts life that got that gold touch

Fresh fly wild bold what like
the cold crush

No luck, don't hold much, just an old flush

made up
of hearts Queen high off the faux-blush

Freak outs, leak out, and bleed
out, and speak out

and reroute and seak out the weak crowd

And we
doubt, but when I see it keep out

the beast I'll believe for now, it's
all "peace, I gotta be out."



[Chorus]

Here it comes, there
it goes again. Panic attack. [x8]



[Sound clips of advertisements
and quotes over beat to create nervous, panicky feeling]