• 標題:Stressed (with J. Cole & T-Shyne)
  • 歌手:Young Thug;J. Cole;T-Shyne
  • 專輯:Punk
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
  • 語言:en
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    Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
    I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
    Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
    Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
    I don't wanna stress (Woah)
    But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
    And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah)
    But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh)
    No, no, no
    Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah)
    I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey
    (woah, woah, woah, woah)
    I told her buy Huaraches for me (woah, woah, woah, woah)
    Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah)
    I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you)
    I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh)
    Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah)
    Don't know what I wanna would do with you
    Well, it's that gap talk, pistol hold, nigga on your damn street
    Pussy nigga usually pop a [trigger] if the hand speak
    Lackluster, I'mma smack suckers this year
    Imma make a hundred thousand racks of this year
    Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class
    Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash
    Send it wide, send it fast, 'fore I might jus change my mind
    Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a nigga time
    I ain't sayin' I'm a rich nigga, that's inner shit (but I'm one of them)
    Barely check my account, nigga I'm admittin' it (I don't give a ****)
    **** around with my bread, bet you I'mma find out (I'mma catch a nigga)
    Couple niggas, I doubt it, know what I'm talkin' about
    Nigga don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
    I got a momma to support, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
    I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix, people to pay, label to run
    You play with your life or you play with my funds, nigga
    Oh, sweats, road, jets, tote, texts, no flex
    Bad bitches, no let's own that broke next, pill
    Pop a square, niggas bare witness (Oh)
    Blunt twisters, **** niggas (Had been stressed)
    I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (Stressin')
    I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said "We can't work it out"
    I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out
    And I don't think like I used to think, I'm older now
    When you broke, you doin' more for less
    You ain't findin' no success
    Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death
    Told her I can't call her my ex, 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet
    I just text her phone and I said "Are you out your feelings yet?"
    And my brother, he just called and he need that lawyer money
    They said he did it, but I know he didn't
    But you need O.J. money when you tryna get acquitted
    This shit is sickin', no one listen when you in prison
    I was hangin' on the corner, I had some Jordan's on, no designer
    Servin' up that white girl, back then we call her "Fine China"
    I was lookin' for a bad bitch, but didn't know where to find her
    All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond
    I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up
    Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed
    I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus
    They wanna hang with the gang, but they not one of us