PANIK by Kringe Lyrics
Verse 1-
I am back home I am Jodie
Help to the pains of the lonely
Bringing em back-relax-on track
You thinking too much sinking slowly
Slide in the 93 soup
45 tucked like the police
More I Elevate, hard to concentrate
Everyone claiming they know me
Cut off the friends when they slow me
They probably tell people I’m two faced
Everything was cool doing shit for you
Now I tax up you not okay
Trinity banging in Norway
Overseas rage need 1 way
Houston I’m coming right back needa show up
Working on sickening flow till I throw up, bitch
Hit em with the 808 tеll em what you really make
Fans rarеly renegade yea- uh
Tell em why you really mad they been getting to attached thinking I’ma bring em back
Yuh
Aye
Put less work won’t cause this, bitch
Studio hits out closets, yea
Better when im solo’d out probably why I cut em out get them in their feeling now
Pose like vogue
Flow cold spit like coats
Grammy with this shit I wrote
Work lurk first then ghost
Aye
Them boys so
Bitch like, talk like hoes
Hindsight life I chose
Still talking but they different up close
(Like most)
Verse 2–
Flight back, jet lag you sleep
I’m like to up to see
My life packed out this week
Too up to care what u think
Most that boast stay coasting below
Hardly float choke how it goes
Never plays but VVs and gold
Who you tryna play up off the phone?
Boss man told me pick up the pace
You too cold relax and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
You gonna blow might move out the state, out of trace
Yea
Yea
I seen most but you not the same
Ain't talk cash then fuck out my face
Why say much just check out the plays
Plays
Plays
Plays
Been fine solo no reason for change
Plenty talk nice you never could phase
Way too long I see through the fake
Fake
Fake
I don’t put 8 hours then I’m fucking up
How you not stay hungry when You coming up
Falling off right before you even standing up
Outro-
Tryna find my light
Tryna find my light
Tryna find my light
Like I’m still phased by the worst
Finding old pains they return
Close friends be the first
We don’t talk now it’s the worst
I am back home I am Jodie
Help to the pains of the lonely
Bringing em back-relax-on track
You thinking too much sinking slowly
Slide in the 93 soup
45 tucked like the police
More I Elevate, hard to concentrate
Everyone claiming they know me
Cut off the friends when they slow me
They probably tell people I’m two faced
Everything was cool doing shit for you
Now I tax up you not okay
Trinity banging in Norway
Overseas rage need 1 way
Houston I’m coming right back needa show up
Working on sickening flow till I throw up, bitch
Hit em with the 808 tеll em what you really make
Fans rarеly renegade yea- uh
Tell em why you really mad they been getting to attached thinking I’ma bring em back
Yuh
Aye
Put less work won’t cause this, bitch
Studio hits out closets, yea
Better when im solo’d out probably why I cut em out get them in their feeling now
Pose like vogue
Flow cold spit like coats
Grammy with this shit I wrote
Work lurk first then ghost
Aye
Them boys so
Bitch like, talk like hoes
Hindsight life I chose
Still talking but they different up close
(Like most)
Verse 2–
Flight back, jet lag you sleep
I’m like to up to see
My life packed out this week
Too up to care what u think
Most that boast stay coasting below
Hardly float choke how it goes
Never plays but VVs and gold
Who you tryna play up off the phone?
Boss man told me pick up the pace
You too cold relax and wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
Wait
You gonna blow might move out the state, out of trace
Yea
Yea
I seen most but you not the same
Ain't talk cash then fuck out my face
Why say much just check out the plays
Plays
Plays
Plays
Been fine solo no reason for change
Plenty talk nice you never could phase
Way too long I see through the fake
Fake
Fake
I don’t put 8 hours then I’m fucking up
How you not stay hungry when You coming up
Falling off right before you even standing up
Outro-
Tryna find my light
Tryna find my light
Tryna find my light
Like I’m still phased by the worst
Finding old pains they return
Close friends be the first
We don’t talk now it’s the worst