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]