Flocabulary - Anger lyrics

I know you're my bro, so I let you borrow clothes, But I really love every single thing you chose. Said you’ll give it back. Still ain’t get it back. Now I’m in the back thinking ’bout how to get you back. Anger: Add a “d” to that thing, spell danger. I don’t really like that when it lingers. I let you take up all the clothes on my hanger. I let you borrow those, I mean, Then the blood in my skin starts to boil, When the palms in my hands start sweating. You know I thought you were my dog like a vet. I’mma scream at you! I mean, I really like those jeans. I need me back my shirt. I don’t know what to do Except run up on you. I’m just so angry. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to walk with you Like we used to do. You're abusing me. I ain’t used to you When you're using me. It’s all confusing me. If this is friendship, then I could end this. Before that, let me breathe, And here we go... One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I know why I’m angry. I just don’t know why I’m stressing. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, If I’d started counting, I’d be better than before And understand me, Communication’s key. Just communicate and see. That’s why I’m angry. I know I’ll be fine. Things get better over time. When you're mad about it, don’t flex. When you're mad about it, just text Somebody that you trust, ’cause Sometimes that’s enough, ’cause You don’t want to do something you’ll regret. Try playing ball or go stretch or something. You know, exercise relieves stress. That’s how you stay blessed. Clear your mind, and see it clear. When smoke is there, it’s so impaired. Be so prepared with open ears, Having conversations, open air. Take a breath, and take a walk around it. Be direct about it. Talk about it, ’Cause you don’t want to hurt nobody. One day, you're finna be somebody. Look, bro, I ain’t comfortable Letting you hold my stuff no more. You should’ve gave it back when you was supposed to, though. But you're still my bro, so I’mma let this go. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I know why I’m angry. I just don’t know why I’m stressing. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, If I’d started counting, I’d be better than before And understand me, Communication’s key. Just communicate and see. That’s why I’m angry. I know I’ll be fine. Things get better over time.