You Don’t Know Anything About Me Zebrahead

Standing on the corner and he's creepin' like a villain
Don't got no job so he's thinking about stealin'
Cops on his 6 cause he looks like he be dealin'
High anxiety
My apologies
Tries to catch a break but he's stuck up in the rat trap
Medication on vacation cause he can't afford that
Flash back finger on the trigger ready for combat
High anxiety
Fake society

Are you right?
Are you wrong?
Do you think I think I don't belong?
You don't know anything at all about me
I won't be falling on my knees
Begging 'kill me, kill me please'
Cause you don't know anything at all me
Nothing about me

Got his hands in his pocket and his face is looking bloated
Had plans to advance then everything eroded
He gets fucked up to get fucked up, he's overloaded
High anxiety
No sobriety
Had a broad and a squad before everything got shitty
Now he's trippin' out on lean and crashing in the city
Got a tent with no rent on cement, oh what a pity
High anxiety
Fake society