Panic Attack (the P.a.) Lyrics - You Can't Imagine How Much Fun We're Having - Atmosphere

Little mama 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 

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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 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

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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 basement 

Look honey everybody needs a help-up buddy 

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

Do you call yourself a patient or 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." 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes again, panic attack 

Here it comes, there it goes, goes, goes